(Yeah)
(Aye, Aye)
(Yeah)
I'll wait like five days, then I'll text back
Never simpin', never going out sad
My homie saw my op, signaled that he had a strap
My plug know I'm a good kid, so f*ck a middleman
She said "I love your vibe, and that really means something"
Yeah, it means something
Bitches fall in love, yeah
I'm sippin' sangria on the motherf*ckin' Seaport
She wanna stay the night, and I already know, yeah
Yeah, I'ma jet, I'ma jet on a jet
I swear to god, I could get that bitches pussy wet
I swear to god, bitch, you better not make me regret
Oh my god, you should see the stairs on the Jet
I still see her text, never text back
When I'm scoring, I'm moving up brackets
I got a five on a jet, that's a max
I got a five on a jet, that's a max
MIA, yeah, I'm MIA
Chasin' bread, chasin' bread
Yeah, you know I need my bread
Pockets full of dash, yeah, you know I gotta dash
And my shooters never miss, that's facts
Singin', no cap
I wait like five days, then I text back
Never simpin', never going out sad
My homie saw my op, signaled that he had a strap
My plug know I'm a good kid, so f*ck a middleman
She said "I love your vibe, and that really means something"
Yeah, it means something
These bitches fall in love, yeah
I'm sippin' sangria on the motherf*ckin' Seaport
She wanna stay the night, and I already know, yeah
(Yeah, Aye)
Yeah, everybody know that I'm that kid
I'll prolly burn in hell for half the stupid shit I did
Talk my shit online, every time I just resist
I'm a punkstar, flexing with an icy wrist
Girl, I'm tryna smash again before I go on tour
She hit my line one time, always coming back for more
On my iPhone, it's my stop, get off the train
I smoke away the pain, I lash out, and I refrain
I'll wait like five days, then I'll text back
Never simpin', never goin' out sad
My homie saw my op, signaled that he had a strap
My plug know I'm a good kid, so f*ck a middleman
She said "I love your vibe, and that really means something"
Yeah, it means something
These bitches fall in love, yeah
I'm sippin' sangria on the motherf*ckin' Seaport
She wanna stay the night, and I already know, yeah
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(Yeah)
(Aye, Aye)
(Yeah)
I'll wait like five days, then I'll text back
Never simpin', never going out sad
My homie saw my op, signaled that he had a strap
My plug know I'm a good kid, so f*ck a middleman
She said "I love your vibe, and that really means something"
Yeah, it means something
Bitches fall in love, yeah
I'm sippin' sangria on the motherf*ckin' Seaport
She wanna stay the night, and I already know, yeah
Yeah, I'ma jet, I'ma jet on a jet
I swear to god, I could get that bitches pussy wet
I swear to god, bitch, you better not make me regret
Oh my god, you should see the stairs on the Jet
I still see her text, never text back
When I'm scoring, I'm moving up brackets
I got a five on a jet, that's a max
I got a five on a jet, that's a max
MIA, yeah, I'm MIA
Chasin' bread, chasin' bread
Yeah, you know I need my bread
Pockets full of dash, yeah, you know I gotta dash
And my shooters never miss, that's facts
Singin', no cap
I wait like five days, then I text back
Never simpin', never going out sad
My homie saw my op, signaled that he had a strap
My plug know I'm a good kid, so f*ck a middleman
She said "I love your vibe, and that really means something"
Yeah, it means something
These bitches fall in love, yeah
I'm sippin' sangria on the motherf*ckin' Seaport
She wanna stay the night, and I already know, yeah
(Yeah, Aye)
Yeah, everybody know that I'm that kid
I'll prolly burn in hell for half the stupid shit I did
Talk my shit online, every time I just resist
I'm a punkstar, flexing with an icy wrist
Girl, I'm tryna smash again before I go on tour
She hit my line one time, always coming back for more
On my iPhone, it's my stop, get off the train
I smoke away the pain, I lash out, and I refrain
I'll wait like five days, then I'll text back
Never simpin', never goin' out sad
My homie saw my op, signaled that he had a strap
My plug know I'm a good kid, so f*ck a middleman
She said "I love your vibe, and that really means something"
Yeah, it means something
These bitches fall in love, yeah
I'm sippin' sangria on the motherf*ckin' Seaport
She wanna stay the night, and I already know, yeah
(Aye, Aye)
(Yeah)
I'll wait like five days, then I'll text back
Never simpin', never going out sad
My homie saw my op, signaled that he had a strap
My plug know I'm a good kid, so f*ck a middleman
She said "I love your vibe, and that really means something"
Yeah, it means something
Bitches fall in love, yeah
I'm sippin' sangria on the motherf*ckin' Seaport
She wanna stay the night, and I already know, yeah
Yeah, I'ma jet, I'ma jet on a jet
I swear to god, I could get that bitches pussy wet
I swear to god, bitch, you better not make me regret
Oh my god, you should see the stairs on the Jet
I still see her text, never text back
When I'm scoring, I'm moving up brackets
I got a five on a jet, that's a max
I got a five on a jet, that's a max
MIA, yeah, I'm MIA
Chasin' bread, chasin' bread
Yeah, you know I need my bread
Pockets full of dash, yeah, you know I gotta dash
And my shooters never miss, that's facts
Singin', no cap
I wait like five days, then I text back
Never simpin', never going out sad
My homie saw my op, signaled that he had a strap
My plug know I'm a good kid, so f*ck a middleman
She said "I love your vibe, and that really means something"
Yeah, it means something
These bitches fall in love, yeah
I'm sippin' sangria on the motherf*ckin' Seaport
She wanna stay the night, and I already know, yeah
(Yeah, Aye)
Yeah, everybody know that I'm that kid
I'll prolly burn in hell for half the stupid shit I did
Talk my shit online, every time I just resist
I'm a punkstar, flexing with an icy wrist
Girl, I'm tryna smash again before I go on tour
She hit my line one time, always coming back for more
On my iPhone, it's my stop, get off the train
I smoke away the pain, I lash out, and I refrain
I'll wait like five days, then I'll text back
Never simpin', never goin' out sad
My homie saw my op, signaled that he had a strap
My plug know I'm a good kid, so f*ck a middleman
She said "I love your vibe, and that really means something"
Yeah, it means something
These bitches fall in love, yeah
I'm sippin' sangria on the motherf*ckin' Seaport
She wanna stay the night, and I already know, yeah
Writer: Adam London
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid