Oh come here, lil' nigga
Marni for my slippers
She prefer Mr. Williams
One day I'm tryna be on the NYC Time Square buildings
One day I'm tryna give a hundred thousand dollars to all of my siblings
Yeah, not just my sisters
All of my brothers from another mother
Hell yeah, that's my niggas
Yeah, New York City we watchin' the ball drop
Pick that shit up, double dribble
I'm inside 'cause it's rainin'
She talkin' 'bout it's none' but some drizzle
He made the Glock sing
That be a street symphony instrumental
Ask me what I think tryna get in my mental
How could I trust you, baby, look what ya friends do? Yeah
How could I trust you not f*ckin' that nigga you layin' next to? (Uh)
Why would you trust me? I don't suggest it, I don't respect you
I hit ya best friend and then I text you
Like, "Pull up, pull up to the BnB"
Like, "Pull up, I got Dyvinci with me"
It's hotter than a bitch, switch the degrees
Free certified trap, got the switchy on me (uh)
Football, get blitz in the heat (uh)
Coi Leray, need a bitch so petite
Stand on my lonely, Bol Bol, I'on't even need to jump
Uh, beat a bitch boy ass I'on't need a gun
I feel like Keem, beat 'em up
Some y'all odd, even up
Okay it's even now
That nigga f*ckin' with yvngxchristian
He bringin' the demon out
Bitch look at my coat
Invisible cloak can't see me now
Damn, I'm thinkin' it's camouflage
This money I'm standin' on, it be the ground
Back in the day I was not the man
I said that I wanna scam
No reason now
I remember back then them teachers was kickin' me out
But nowadays a young nigga be teachin' them
Ask me what I think tryna get in my mental
How could I trust you, baby, look what ya friends do? Yeah
How could I trust you not f*ckin' that nigga you layin' next to? (Uh)
Why would you trust me? I don't suggest it, I don't respect you
I hit ya best friend and then I text you
Like, "Pull up, pull up to the BnB"
Like, "Pull up, I got Dyvinci with me"
It's hotter than a bitch, switch the degrees
Free certified trap, got the switchy on me (uh)
Football, get blitz in the heat (uh)
Coi Leray, need a bitch so petite
Stand on my lonely, Bol Bol, I'on't even need to jump
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Oh come here, lil' nigga
Marni for my slippers
She prefer Mr. Williams
One day I'm tryna be on the NYC Time Square buildings
One day I'm tryna give a hundred thousand dollars to all of my siblings
Yeah, not just my sisters
All of my brothers from another mother
Hell yeah, that's my niggas
Yeah, New York City we watchin' the ball drop
Pick that shit up, double dribble
I'm inside 'cause it's rainin'
She talkin' 'bout it's none' but some drizzle
He made the Glock sing
That be a street symphony instrumental
Ask me what I think tryna get in my mental
How could I trust you, baby, look what ya friends do? Yeah
How could I trust you not f*ckin' that nigga you layin' next to? (Uh)
Why would you trust me? I don't suggest it, I don't respect you
I hit ya best friend and then I text you
Like, "Pull up, pull up to the BnB"
Like, "Pull up, I got Dyvinci with me"
It's hotter than a bitch, switch the degrees
Free certified trap, got the switchy on me (uh)
Football, get blitz in the heat (uh)
Coi Leray, need a bitch so petite
Stand on my lonely, Bol Bol, I'on't even need to jump
Uh, beat a bitch boy ass I'on't need a gun
I feel like Keem, beat 'em up
Some y'all odd, even up
Okay it's even now
That nigga f*ckin' with yvngxchristian
He bringin' the demon out
Bitch look at my coat
Invisible cloak can't see me now
Damn, I'm thinkin' it's camouflage
This money I'm standin' on, it be the ground
Back in the day I was not the man
I said that I wanna scam
No reason now
I remember back then them teachers was kickin' me out
But nowadays a young nigga be teachin' them
Ask me what I think tryna get in my mental
How could I trust you, baby, look what ya friends do? Yeah
How could I trust you not f*ckin' that nigga you layin' next to? (Uh)
Why would you trust me? I don't suggest it, I don't respect you
I hit ya best friend and then I text you
Like, "Pull up, pull up to the BnB"
Like, "Pull up, I got Dyvinci with me"
It's hotter than a bitch, switch the degrees
Free certified trap, got the switchy on me (uh)
Football, get blitz in the heat (uh)
Coi Leray, need a bitch so petite
Stand on my lonely, Bol Bol, I'on't even need to jump
Marni for my slippers
She prefer Mr. Williams
One day I'm tryna be on the NYC Time Square buildings
One day I'm tryna give a hundred thousand dollars to all of my siblings
Yeah, not just my sisters
All of my brothers from another mother
Hell yeah, that's my niggas
Yeah, New York City we watchin' the ball drop
Pick that shit up, double dribble
I'm inside 'cause it's rainin'
She talkin' 'bout it's none' but some drizzle
He made the Glock sing
That be a street symphony instrumental
Ask me what I think tryna get in my mental
How could I trust you, baby, look what ya friends do? Yeah
How could I trust you not f*ckin' that nigga you layin' next to? (Uh)
Why would you trust me? I don't suggest it, I don't respect you
I hit ya best friend and then I text you
Like, "Pull up, pull up to the BnB"
Like, "Pull up, I got Dyvinci with me"
It's hotter than a bitch, switch the degrees
Free certified trap, got the switchy on me (uh)
Football, get blitz in the heat (uh)
Coi Leray, need a bitch so petite
Stand on my lonely, Bol Bol, I'on't even need to jump
Uh, beat a bitch boy ass I'on't need a gun
I feel like Keem, beat 'em up
Some y'all odd, even up
Okay it's even now
That nigga f*ckin' with yvngxchristian
He bringin' the demon out
Bitch look at my coat
Invisible cloak can't see me now
Damn, I'm thinkin' it's camouflage
This money I'm standin' on, it be the ground
Back in the day I was not the man
I said that I wanna scam
No reason now
I remember back then them teachers was kickin' me out
But nowadays a young nigga be teachin' them
Ask me what I think tryna get in my mental
How could I trust you, baby, look what ya friends do? Yeah
How could I trust you not f*ckin' that nigga you layin' next to? (Uh)
Why would you trust me? I don't suggest it, I don't respect you
I hit ya best friend and then I text you
Like, "Pull up, pull up to the BnB"
Like, "Pull up, I got Dyvinci with me"
It's hotter than a bitch, switch the degrees
Free certified trap, got the switchy on me (uh)
Football, get blitz in the heat (uh)
Coi Leray, need a bitch so petite
Stand on my lonely, Bol Bol, I'on't even need to jump
Writer: Chris Mackey, Christian Williams, Torrance Esmond
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Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., O/B/O DistroKid