Okay, she love me, she love me not
Bro got ties to the streets, and pockets full of knots
Niggas just like GTG in Power, they got little guap
I was down, but now I blessed the bottle, finna hit the top
I be getting chicken in my sleep, you gotta hit the clock
Cuddy swing the chopper side to side, look like he hit the mop
Man it seem to me, that your lil queen-to-be is really giving bop
Boy, I'm known to break up happy homes, you better switch your locks
I just put the V in sports mode, boy this bitch a jock
Left the club at 2am, can't post this shit till 6 o'clock
Lurking on my page, they just trying to find some drip to rock
The way these niggas follow after me, I'm really giving pops
RTA, Balenciaga, that's my fit today
Everybody post me on their story like a giveaway
Boy, you know I gotta find the motion, I can't sit in place
I just let Chris hear my unreleased, he made the sickest face
Niggas looking for me at the crib, I'm in a different place
They say home is where the heart is, boy my shit in Chase
I'm always on my poker but my rollie might just switch the face
They say money talks, look in my pocket, I got shit to say
Niggas want some smoke with me and gang, they get eviscerated
Don't know if it's love or if it's hate, but it's reciprocated
I'm the weatherman, look at my neck and wrist and it's precipitation
They put me in that box, I came out cold just like refrigeration
Crazy, I was really working on some everyday shit
I'm different like the good doctor, I had hella patience
Let's take a trip to overseas, I'ma do some meditation
I don't need a translator, money talks in every language
Let's put the opps in the house of pain and make some renovations
I'm really trying to have the type of power to change a generation
I'll be working till I die, call that dedication
Took a couple L's, but now we up, I call that elevation
Seen the Wraith, boy I gotta have it, it's a obligation
Locked in on this shit for so damn long, forgot the combination
I gotta get these people off my dick, might take a operation
Niggas be my sons, but I don't know them, I guess they mama raised them
Gatekeeping all the clothes I got, like it's my occupation
Boy I got this drip from nowhere, this shit condensation
Boy you niggas songs is hella ass, like twerking compilations
You in college, why you acting hard, you not a drama major
When it come to snitching nigga, I am not a tolerator
I dial 911 just to say f*ck you to the operator
He walking out that room and 12 say thanks for your cooperation
I just sit in silence and write down I am not a conversator
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Okay, she love me, she love me not
Bro got ties to the streets, and pockets full of knots
Niggas just like GTG in Power, they got little guap
I was down, but now I blessed the bottle, finna hit the top
I be getting chicken in my sleep, you gotta hit the clock
Cuddy swing the chopper side to side, look like he hit the mop
Man it seem to me, that your lil queen-to-be is really giving bop
Boy, I'm known to break up happy homes, you better switch your locks
I just put the V in sports mode, boy this bitch a jock
Left the club at 2am, can't post this shit till 6 o'clock
Lurking on my page, they just trying to find some drip to rock
The way these niggas follow after me, I'm really giving pops
RTA, Balenciaga, that's my fit today
Everybody post me on their story like a giveaway
Boy, you know I gotta find the motion, I can't sit in place
I just let Chris hear my unreleased, he made the sickest face
Niggas looking for me at the crib, I'm in a different place
They say home is where the heart is, boy my shit in Chase
I'm always on my poker but my rollie might just switch the face
They say money talks, look in my pocket, I got shit to say
Niggas want some smoke with me and gang, they get eviscerated
Don't know if it's love or if it's hate, but it's reciprocated
I'm the weatherman, look at my neck and wrist and it's precipitation
They put me in that box, I came out cold just like refrigeration
Crazy, I was really working on some everyday shit
I'm different like the good doctor, I had hella patience
Let's take a trip to overseas, I'ma do some meditation
I don't need a translator, money talks in every language
Let's put the opps in the house of pain and make some renovations
I'm really trying to have the type of power to change a generation
I'll be working till I die, call that dedication
Took a couple L's, but now we up, I call that elevation
Seen the Wraith, boy I gotta have it, it's a obligation
Locked in on this shit for so damn long, forgot the combination
I gotta get these people off my dick, might take a operation
Niggas be my sons, but I don't know them, I guess they mama raised them
Gatekeeping all the clothes I got, like it's my occupation
Boy I got this drip from nowhere, this shit condensation
Boy you niggas songs is hella ass, like twerking compilations
You in college, why you acting hard, you not a drama major
When it come to snitching nigga, I am not a tolerator
I dial 911 just to say f*ck you to the operator
He walking out that room and 12 say thanks for your cooperation
I just sit in silence and write down I am not a conversator
Bro got ties to the streets, and pockets full of knots
Niggas just like GTG in Power, they got little guap
I was down, but now I blessed the bottle, finna hit the top
I be getting chicken in my sleep, you gotta hit the clock
Cuddy swing the chopper side to side, look like he hit the mop
Man it seem to me, that your lil queen-to-be is really giving bop
Boy, I'm known to break up happy homes, you better switch your locks
I just put the V in sports mode, boy this bitch a jock
Left the club at 2am, can't post this shit till 6 o'clock
Lurking on my page, they just trying to find some drip to rock
The way these niggas follow after me, I'm really giving pops
RTA, Balenciaga, that's my fit today
Everybody post me on their story like a giveaway
Boy, you know I gotta find the motion, I can't sit in place
I just let Chris hear my unreleased, he made the sickest face
Niggas looking for me at the crib, I'm in a different place
They say home is where the heart is, boy my shit in Chase
I'm always on my poker but my rollie might just switch the face
They say money talks, look in my pocket, I got shit to say
Niggas want some smoke with me and gang, they get eviscerated
Don't know if it's love or if it's hate, but it's reciprocated
I'm the weatherman, look at my neck and wrist and it's precipitation
They put me in that box, I came out cold just like refrigeration
Crazy, I was really working on some everyday shit
I'm different like the good doctor, I had hella patience
Let's take a trip to overseas, I'ma do some meditation
I don't need a translator, money talks in every language
Let's put the opps in the house of pain and make some renovations
I'm really trying to have the type of power to change a generation
I'll be working till I die, call that dedication
Took a couple L's, but now we up, I call that elevation
Seen the Wraith, boy I gotta have it, it's a obligation
Locked in on this shit for so damn long, forgot the combination
I gotta get these people off my dick, might take a operation
Niggas be my sons, but I don't know them, I guess they mama raised them
Gatekeeping all the clothes I got, like it's my occupation
Boy I got this drip from nowhere, this shit condensation
Boy you niggas songs is hella ass, like twerking compilations
You in college, why you acting hard, you not a drama major
When it come to snitching nigga, I am not a tolerator
I dial 911 just to say f*ck you to the operator
He walking out that room and 12 say thanks for your cooperation
I just sit in silence and write down I am not a conversator
Writer: Micah Thomas
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