Kelli - Memo, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Yeah
Aw yeah
Yo
So extreme, so, so extreme
Yall aint f*ckin with my tricks, ill pull some shit you never seen
Ay
Gotta need for speed, said she gotta need for me
And I told her I cant do it, I cant give her what she need
No
I aint got time to argue, f*ck
Too gifted cant f*ck this up
Games on, they gon feel the clutch
I wont leak no the boy gon flood
O.M.G like
Calm before the storm, know im getting warm
Know I warned yuh, motorsport, no im never getting bored
Running all damn night
Till the morn
I
I aint like these other guys
In a whole different lane
Yeah
She gon see it when im gone
No
They cant make her feel the same
Ay
They just a plan b
Im the mvp of the game
Yeah
Never running out of plays
Nah
Shooting every single day
Ay
I been so inspired
I been bumping Kevin Gates like no I don't get tired
0-100 Damn imma need me new tires
Yeah
Too good at my job I could never get fired
Everybody clubbin I be spittin fire
Bout to drop another 48
Hope you rappers see some better days
Might f*ck her once but I aint tryina date
Learned my lesson I aint loosen grades
Put you on a whole another wave
You can talk shit but I brought you game
Now my time free and my money up
Been a while since I felt this way
Aw yea
Yeah
She addicted now that I piped her
Im the chosen one, Rob Snider
All year f*ck an all nighter
Long Gevity I did my chores
Yall Bic lighters I got the torch
Feeling greedy always wanting more
Oh no, got no remorse
Cant tell me shit
Mama said I was a stubborn kid
Feeling like I had to always win
To what it was, it was irrelevant
Yeah I know you hear the testament
Definition of development
Mother f*ck your relevance
My mentality stay celibate
Aw yeah
Yeah
I be gunnin with the best
Ay
Motherfuker that's a threat
Boo
W.I.I.M, W.I.I.M, W.I.I.M, W.I.I.M
God damn GOLDENS coming for your neck
I can see em getting vexed
I can see a bunch of checks
Damn
I can see im hella blessed
Raven with the vison know im coming next
Whoop
Really bout this
Yeah
You gon be wishin you aint doubt this
She gon be wishin she aint start shit
You dont really wanna be a target
No
Murder, murder what he wrote
This case will never be closed
No catchin me, no sweatin you
On my Trick Daddy, lets go
No
They cant indite this
New edition, they aint got it like this
Oh no, they aint gonna like this
They gona wanna know, did he write this
Cant despite this
Imma get a text
I dont f*ck with call collect, fake respect
All about my check, come correct
Im so polite
But I aint one to test
Aw yea
Yeah
Did you get the memo
Did you get, get
Did you get the memo
Did you, did you
Ay
Did you get the memo
Did you get, did
Did you get the memo