Like shit what happened nigga
I heard that boy got clapped at a angle
And in traffic with it
I don't really waste time, it's on my wrist
Don't play with them digits
Them boys had popped out like a virus
Whole gang full of fidgets
C'mon C'mon
Getting it gone
I got me a A plus bitch
That don't stop calling my phone
Think she gettin' hungry
I pull up, serve dick every time she be home
And alone
Put her in a telly
The desk say noise complaint
She singing like saxophones, a roadrunner
I'm stickin' and movin
Lil' mama you know I can't be here to long
Get in that mode, just stick to the code
They say I'm like my OG
Still off the flip phone
Lil' ho in the passenger sippin' on Taylor
She finna get boned
I told the bitch if you use teeth
Then you get gone
C'mon, c'mon
Don't be minor with it
Hit my phone, ask for a verse
Then I'm rhyming' with you
I'm a neighbor partner
But I know some slimy niggas
This lil hoe be wet and ready
I get grimy in it
C'mon nigga, c'mon c'mon
Disco, get low
Having varieties
I tell the boy, just pull up to the Citgo
This lil' bitch be working my nerves
She thinking she know me
Say I'm a Virgo
I let the bird go
Holla point on this Glock
This shit gon' bang like Kurt Co
I be rolling in G-Fazos
I'm tripping, I'm thinking I'm something like Herbo
Taking the loot, I ain't waiting in line
These niggas, they be like
Where did the work go
Stuck in the trap with the sharks
I be there till it's dark
Wrist hurting, I'm scraping the bowl
I'm making it though
F*ck a stagnant mission
I'm wherever that I can get off a O
I been living too fast
My bitch tell me calm down
John Legend, I'm taking it slow
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Like shit what happened nigga
I heard that boy got clapped at a angle
And in traffic with it
I don't really waste time, it's on my wrist
Don't play with them digits
Them boys had popped out like a virus
Whole gang full of fidgets
C'mon C'mon
Getting it gone
I got me a A plus bitch
That don't stop calling my phone
Think she gettin' hungry
I pull up, serve dick every time she be home
And alone
Put her in a telly
The desk say noise complaint
She singing like saxophones, a roadrunner
I'm stickin' and movin
Lil' mama you know I can't be here to long
Get in that mode, just stick to the code
They say I'm like my OG
Still off the flip phone
Lil' ho in the passenger sippin' on Taylor
She finna get boned
I told the bitch if you use teeth
Then you get gone
C'mon, c'mon
Don't be minor with it
Hit my phone, ask for a verse
Then I'm rhyming' with you
I'm a neighbor partner
But I know some slimy niggas
This lil hoe be wet and ready
I get grimy in it
C'mon nigga, c'mon c'mon
Disco, get low
Having varieties
I tell the boy, just pull up to the Citgo
This lil' bitch be working my nerves
She thinking she know me
Say I'm a Virgo
I let the bird go
Holla point on this Glock
This shit gon' bang like Kurt Co
I be rolling in G-Fazos
I'm tripping, I'm thinking I'm something like Herbo
Taking the loot, I ain't waiting in line
These niggas, they be like
Where did the work go
Stuck in the trap with the sharks
I be there till it's dark
Wrist hurting, I'm scraping the bowl
I'm making it though
F*ck a stagnant mission
I'm wherever that I can get off a O
I been living too fast
My bitch tell me calm down
John Legend, I'm taking it slow
I heard that boy got clapped at a angle
And in traffic with it
I don't really waste time, it's on my wrist
Don't play with them digits
Them boys had popped out like a virus
Whole gang full of fidgets
C'mon C'mon
Getting it gone
I got me a A plus bitch
That don't stop calling my phone
Think she gettin' hungry
I pull up, serve dick every time she be home
And alone
Put her in a telly
The desk say noise complaint
She singing like saxophones, a roadrunner
I'm stickin' and movin
Lil' mama you know I can't be here to long
Get in that mode, just stick to the code
They say I'm like my OG
Still off the flip phone
Lil' ho in the passenger sippin' on Taylor
She finna get boned
I told the bitch if you use teeth
Then you get gone
C'mon, c'mon
Don't be minor with it
Hit my phone, ask for a verse
Then I'm rhyming' with you
I'm a neighbor partner
But I know some slimy niggas
This lil hoe be wet and ready
I get grimy in it
C'mon nigga, c'mon c'mon
Disco, get low
Having varieties
I tell the boy, just pull up to the Citgo
This lil' bitch be working my nerves
She thinking she know me
Say I'm a Virgo
I let the bird go
Holla point on this Glock
This shit gon' bang like Kurt Co
I be rolling in G-Fazos
I'm tripping, I'm thinking I'm something like Herbo
Taking the loot, I ain't waiting in line
These niggas, they be like
Where did the work go
Stuck in the trap with the sharks
I be there till it's dark
Wrist hurting, I'm scraping the bowl
I'm making it though
F*ck a stagnant mission
I'm wherever that I can get off a O
I been living too fast
My bitch tell me calm down
John Legend, I'm taking it slow
Writer: Jalen Albea
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