[ Featuring Manasseh Champion, Nikola Pejovic ]
Two two done came wit a new flame, this shit gon burn if I move a little
C reasonable doubt for the new lames
Lotta cheese for the gang full of Stuart littles
I told her imma change when I do change
Imma leave everything imma throw the kennel
Thotianas lookin at me like I'm Bruce Wayne
Chuck a deuce inna whip change lanes
I was floatin in my momma lil minivan
That was back when I was hangin wit too many friends
Nowadays I do not hang out wit too many men
Feel a way about the way that I don't give a damn
Why ya talkin bout a life and it ain't even yours
She a never get me thirsty like I'm needing more
Mixed feelings when I listen to ya mixtape
Now he mad in the corner wit a shitface
I heard hella fingers on a damn keyboard, all ya really bout is words
Look at her how she really tryna come and flirt, she know a nigga rugged like dirt
I'm Ice berg if ya really wanna buss I'm sure
That we can really hit that curb
Half sleep but I'm up cuz the girl whispered that
She gon buss it down, she gon buss it down aye
She gon buss it
Fresh to the death and the reaper comin
Had my baby on call while I meet her cousin
I could mess it all up wit a speaker button
Both a dem be a trend and I really love it
Call a friend come again we ain't doin nothin
Buss it down buss it down I don't do the cuffin
Cnd the string not attached, but I'm really strumming,
Gettin plenty money
Bet, that some money coming next
Im about a check, and I gotta mate too
Niggas playin chess, I cannot relate dude
Cnd they say they stress, see it in they face too
Out of all the love, I can feel the hate too
She don't wanna scrub, she don't wanna fake dude
Gotta switch it up, it's about the angles
She look like an angel, thicker than a maple
I'm in beast mode
I run a play yknow how I keep those
She a freak tho, she just a sweetie wit plenty migos
This a free throw
I'm in my bag I'm a f*ckin hero
Bout deniro
Pray father God I can lead the people
Uhh uh
I was floatin in my momma lil minivan
That was back when I was hangin wit too many friends
Nowadays I do not hang out wit too many men
Feel a way about the way that I don't give a damn
Why ya talkin bout a life and it ain't even yours
She a never get me thirsty like I'm needing more
Mixed feelings when I listen to ya mixtape
Now he mad in the corner wit a shitface
She gon buss it
Fresh to the death and the reaper comin
Had my baby on call while I meet her cousin
I could mess it all up wit a speaker button
Both a dem be a trend and I really love it
Call a friend come again we ain't doin nothin
Buss it down buss it down I don't do the cuffin
Cnd the string not attached, but I'm really strumming,
Gettin plenty money