Oversized Youth Club tee on me yeah
So you know I can't wear my heart on my sleeve yeah
Cuban choker round my neck, it's getting hard to breathe yeah
Bad lil shorty give me neck, she make it hard to leave yeah
In this life of sin I feel like Adam, she my Eve yeah
But son I'm never lackin', I can't let a hoe deceive yeah
Way too many fakes so I dunno who to believe yeah
But f*ck it, wheres the cheques? I got some stress to be relieved yeah
They in their feelings
Oh shit that's peak
I'm in my bag
That's L to the V
Can't step on my toes
Got spikes on my feet
And I'm with my bros so they tryna roll with the team
I ain't dropped no tracks in a long ass time but they still know me
And I got that pack on me no lie I'm blowin' OG
And I got that drink in my cup like Kirko yeah I'm lean
Got pearls on my wrist and pearls on my neck lil bitch I gleam
They try to label me a flexer
Mama pray for me, she know her son is a finesser
Jimmys and a couple credit cards on my dresser
Shorty f*ck with me, she hold it down like a wrestler
These niggas do the most, but all that stunting don't impress her
You put her in designer just for me to undress her
Shorty come thru coz she know I never stress her
Baby I don't drive, I'm rolling off these pink Teslas
Oversized Youth Club tee on me yeah
So you know I can't wear my heart on my sleeve yeah
Cuban choker round my neck, it's getting hard to breathe yeah
Bad lil shorty give me neck, she make it hard to leave yeah
In this life of sin I feel like Adam, she my Eve yeah
But son I'm never lackin', I can't let a hoe deceive yeah
Way too many fakes so I dunno who to believe yeah
But f*ck it, wheres the cheques? I got some stress to be relieved yeah
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Oversized Youth Club tee on me yeah
So you know I can't wear my heart on my sleeve yeah
Cuban choker round my neck, it's getting hard to breathe yeah
Bad lil shorty give me neck, she make it hard to leave yeah
In this life of sin I feel like Adam, she my Eve yeah
But son I'm never lackin', I can't let a hoe deceive yeah
Way too many fakes so I dunno who to believe yeah
But f*ck it, wheres the cheques? I got some stress to be relieved yeah
They in their feelings
Oh shit that's peak
I'm in my bag
That's L to the V
Can't step on my toes
Got spikes on my feet
And I'm with my bros so they tryna roll with the team
I ain't dropped no tracks in a long ass time but they still know me
And I got that pack on me no lie I'm blowin' OG
And I got that drink in my cup like Kirko yeah I'm lean
Got pearls on my wrist and pearls on my neck lil bitch I gleam
They try to label me a flexer
Mama pray for me, she know her son is a finesser
Jimmys and a couple credit cards on my dresser
Shorty f*ck with me, she hold it down like a wrestler
These niggas do the most, but all that stunting don't impress her
You put her in designer just for me to undress her
Shorty come thru coz she know I never stress her
Baby I don't drive, I'm rolling off these pink Teslas
Oversized Youth Club tee on me yeah
So you know I can't wear my heart on my sleeve yeah
Cuban choker round my neck, it's getting hard to breathe yeah
Bad lil shorty give me neck, she make it hard to leave yeah
In this life of sin I feel like Adam, she my Eve yeah
But son I'm never lackin', I can't let a hoe deceive yeah
Way too many fakes so I dunno who to believe yeah
But f*ck it, wheres the cheques? I got some stress to be relieved yeah
So you know I can't wear my heart on my sleeve yeah
Cuban choker round my neck, it's getting hard to breathe yeah
Bad lil shorty give me neck, she make it hard to leave yeah
In this life of sin I feel like Adam, she my Eve yeah
But son I'm never lackin', I can't let a hoe deceive yeah
Way too many fakes so I dunno who to believe yeah
But f*ck it, wheres the cheques? I got some stress to be relieved yeah
They in their feelings
Oh shit that's peak
I'm in my bag
That's L to the V
Can't step on my toes
Got spikes on my feet
And I'm with my bros so they tryna roll with the team
I ain't dropped no tracks in a long ass time but they still know me
And I got that pack on me no lie I'm blowin' OG
And I got that drink in my cup like Kirko yeah I'm lean
Got pearls on my wrist and pearls on my neck lil bitch I gleam
They try to label me a flexer
Mama pray for me, she know her son is a finesser
Jimmys and a couple credit cards on my dresser
Shorty f*ck with me, she hold it down like a wrestler
These niggas do the most, but all that stunting don't impress her
You put her in designer just for me to undress her
Shorty come thru coz she know I never stress her
Baby I don't drive, I'm rolling off these pink Teslas
Oversized Youth Club tee on me yeah
So you know I can't wear my heart on my sleeve yeah
Cuban choker round my neck, it's getting hard to breathe yeah
Bad lil shorty give me neck, she make it hard to leave yeah
In this life of sin I feel like Adam, she my Eve yeah
But son I'm never lackin', I can't let a hoe deceive yeah
Way too many fakes so I dunno who to believe yeah
But f*ck it, wheres the cheques? I got some stress to be relieved yeah
Writer: D'Andre Henry-Cameron
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