Why you trying to talk to me
Cause baby, I got nothing to say
Grinding by my lonely, heating up just like a summer day
Bitch my pockets chubby, yours just look a little underweight
Who invited Brody? He keep taking all the fun away
You would have your mind blown if you saw my last check
Give that bitch a piece of gum"shorty you got bad breath"
Damn this shit I'm smoking prolly see it on the lab test
Think I'm bout to leave because I'm getting to that bag next
Yeah, ayy, I can't even lie
If I ever drop the bag shit, I would probably die
But that's never been a worry, cause I'm always on my time
Shit, they keep on calling me for features, I said there's a line
Bad bitch in the crib and she only sipping wine
Steady screaming"f*ck the fame" I'm working toward a dollar sign
Done with all the disrespect, I know I'm getting all of mine
I just dropped the tape and that bitch hotter than the summertime
I done crippled up the beat and turned it right into a vegetable
I'm looking for a bitch that stretches just like Miss Incredible
Bitch I'm only smoking gas and touching on the Reginald
Boy go get up with your money, take that pussy off a pedestal
Bitch, damn, they still ain't tapped in
Give them all a minute, cause I think they stuck in back then
Started going crazy, so they put me in they top ten
Which car am I driving? I got way too many options
I got way too many options, niggas thought that I was flocking
Till I did a few with Verde, now they think a nigga popping
I'm tapped in
Texas ATL, and to Stockton
I'm bout to start charging niggas for features cause I got it
And I can't get a bitch no chicken, but you know she can gobble
Lil' baby sucked the whole dick, I ain't even have to tell her to swallow
And I been thinking lately, man this shit going to my head
I think I really like lil baby and it ain't just cause the head
You niggas wearing Gucci for some coochie, y'all some f*cking goofies
Finna get on my singing shit, and turn to YFN Lucci
Sike, damn, I'm still spitting bars
I can't sing like that nigga did when he was behind bars
Ay, man, y'all f*cking clowns
Don't say you blow for bro cause the only thing you blow is some pounds
I got 762s and I'll blow your ass down
I don't want to see you running when I track your ass down
Yeah, call Mookie and Pookie and tell them they can get it too
I'm tired of niggas talking shit, but don't want to pull up and shoot
Yeah, ay, so what you want to do
You niggas f*cking clowns and I'm trying to box em out
One, I don't do the socials, I wait till we bump
Nd two, If you ain't got no motion, I ain't giving nothing
Three, Catch your ass outside, I bet you gonna run
Bloowww, rockabye, motherf*cker, now he done
Ay, look, it's Cellooo
Uh, yeah
You know me and Gavin coming back in the booth
And we spitting some hot shit for y'all niggas
You know we finna put the box state on top
Bitch
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Why you trying to talk to me
Cause baby, I got nothing to say
Grinding by my lonely, heating up just like a summer day
Bitch my pockets chubby, yours just look a little underweight
Who invited Brody? He keep taking all the fun away
You would have your mind blown if you saw my last check
Give that bitch a piece of gum"shorty you got bad breath"
Damn this shit I'm smoking prolly see it on the lab test
Think I'm bout to leave because I'm getting to that bag next
Yeah, ayy, I can't even lie
If I ever drop the bag shit, I would probably die
But that's never been a worry, cause I'm always on my time
Shit, they keep on calling me for features, I said there's a line
Bad bitch in the crib and she only sipping wine
Steady screaming"f*ck the fame" I'm working toward a dollar sign
Done with all the disrespect, I know I'm getting all of mine
I just dropped the tape and that bitch hotter than the summertime
I done crippled up the beat and turned it right into a vegetable
I'm looking for a bitch that stretches just like Miss Incredible
Bitch I'm only smoking gas and touching on the Reginald
Boy go get up with your money, take that pussy off a pedestal
Bitch, damn, they still ain't tapped in
Give them all a minute, cause I think they stuck in back then
Started going crazy, so they put me in they top ten
Which car am I driving? I got way too many options
I got way too many options, niggas thought that I was flocking
Till I did a few with Verde, now they think a nigga popping
I'm tapped in
Texas ATL, and to Stockton
I'm bout to start charging niggas for features cause I got it
And I can't get a bitch no chicken, but you know she can gobble
Lil' baby sucked the whole dick, I ain't even have to tell her to swallow
And I been thinking lately, man this shit going to my head
I think I really like lil baby and it ain't just cause the head
You niggas wearing Gucci for some coochie, y'all some f*cking goofies
Finna get on my singing shit, and turn to YFN Lucci
Sike, damn, I'm still spitting bars
I can't sing like that nigga did when he was behind bars
Ay, man, y'all f*cking clowns
Don't say you blow for bro cause the only thing you blow is some pounds
I got 762s and I'll blow your ass down
I don't want to see you running when I track your ass down
Yeah, call Mookie and Pookie and tell them they can get it too
I'm tired of niggas talking shit, but don't want to pull up and shoot
Yeah, ay, so what you want to do
You niggas f*cking clowns and I'm trying to box em out
One, I don't do the socials, I wait till we bump
Nd two, If you ain't got no motion, I ain't giving nothing
Three, Catch your ass outside, I bet you gonna run
Bloowww, rockabye, motherf*cker, now he done
Ay, look, it's Cellooo
Uh, yeah
You know me and Gavin coming back in the booth
And we spitting some hot shit for y'all niggas
You know we finna put the box state on top
Bitch
Cause baby, I got nothing to say
Grinding by my lonely, heating up just like a summer day
Bitch my pockets chubby, yours just look a little underweight
Who invited Brody? He keep taking all the fun away
You would have your mind blown if you saw my last check
Give that bitch a piece of gum"shorty you got bad breath"
Damn this shit I'm smoking prolly see it on the lab test
Think I'm bout to leave because I'm getting to that bag next
Yeah, ayy, I can't even lie
If I ever drop the bag shit, I would probably die
But that's never been a worry, cause I'm always on my time
Shit, they keep on calling me for features, I said there's a line
Bad bitch in the crib and she only sipping wine
Steady screaming"f*ck the fame" I'm working toward a dollar sign
Done with all the disrespect, I know I'm getting all of mine
I just dropped the tape and that bitch hotter than the summertime
I done crippled up the beat and turned it right into a vegetable
I'm looking for a bitch that stretches just like Miss Incredible
Bitch I'm only smoking gas and touching on the Reginald
Boy go get up with your money, take that pussy off a pedestal
Bitch, damn, they still ain't tapped in
Give them all a minute, cause I think they stuck in back then
Started going crazy, so they put me in they top ten
Which car am I driving? I got way too many options
I got way too many options, niggas thought that I was flocking
Till I did a few with Verde, now they think a nigga popping
I'm tapped in
Texas ATL, and to Stockton
I'm bout to start charging niggas for features cause I got it
And I can't get a bitch no chicken, but you know she can gobble
Lil' baby sucked the whole dick, I ain't even have to tell her to swallow
And I been thinking lately, man this shit going to my head
I think I really like lil baby and it ain't just cause the head
You niggas wearing Gucci for some coochie, y'all some f*cking goofies
Finna get on my singing shit, and turn to YFN Lucci
Sike, damn, I'm still spitting bars
I can't sing like that nigga did when he was behind bars
Ay, man, y'all f*cking clowns
Don't say you blow for bro cause the only thing you blow is some pounds
I got 762s and I'll blow your ass down
I don't want to see you running when I track your ass down
Yeah, call Mookie and Pookie and tell them they can get it too
I'm tired of niggas talking shit, but don't want to pull up and shoot
Yeah, ay, so what you want to do
You niggas f*cking clowns and I'm trying to box em out
One, I don't do the socials, I wait till we bump
Nd two, If you ain't got no motion, I ain't giving nothing
Three, Catch your ass outside, I bet you gonna run
Bloowww, rockabye, motherf*cker, now he done
Ay, look, it's Cellooo
Uh, yeah
You know me and Gavin coming back in the booth
And we spitting some hot shit for y'all niggas
You know we finna put the box state on top
Bitch
Writer: Gavyn Carbajal, Marcel Dixon
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