If you cool then you'll take it to the face
Take a seat lil nigga know ya place
Foreign cars you ain't know is what I race
"Listen here you little British f*ck!"
Keep it real ion even like you niggas
Yeah, if you cool then you'll take one to the face
Take a seat lil nigga know ya place
Foreign cars you ain't know is what I race
Keep it real ion like you niggas, I hate you niggas
I admit the drink was laced
If I text and you act like you hate it, then you can die too
And i'm shitting on your grave
I ain't begging for shit no more
But damn right i'll keep weed and whores
I keep him on all fours, I think i'll make him mi amor
Push up!
What you waiting for?
Give him pressure sore
Push up!
My fashion extravagant, and I know they saw
Why you crying lil nigga is you scared?
And they ask why I act like I don't care
And I said I ain't acting, if it ain't fashion, or my bae, i'm bored
I'm pistol packing, ain't no lacking, ain't no shit I can't afford
Do I want you to touch me? Or love me?
Yeah i'm so torn
Bro was just popping shit, since a f*cking jhit, since you could get a boner
And i'm rockin some other shit, it's Italian
I don't rock it when i'm sober
And baby said call me, when you horny
So I pull up when it's over
What I do is all for me
Ain't nobody put me first when I was in a corner
And I miss all my niggas and my goddamn fans who was here the whole time
And if it's my time, then it's your time, it's our time
If ya wanna shine, put the hate aside, music just a part time
But I hop on the beat, piss all on you niggas
I'm doing that full time
Yeah, if you cool then you'll take one to the face
Take a seat lil nigga know ya place
Foreign cars you ain't know is what I race
Keep it real ion like you niggas, I hate you niggas
I admit the drink was laced
If I text and you act like you hate it, then you can die too
And i'm shitting on your grave
I ain't begging for shit no more
But damn right i'll keep weed and whores
I keep him on all fours, I think i'll make him mi amor
Push up!
What you waiting for?
Give him pressure sore
Push up
My fashion extravagant, and I know they saw
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If you cool then you'll take it to the face
Take a seat lil nigga know ya place
Foreign cars you ain't know is what I race
"Listen here you little British f*ck!"
Keep it real ion even like you niggas
Yeah, if you cool then you'll take one to the face
Take a seat lil nigga know ya place
Foreign cars you ain't know is what I race
Keep it real ion like you niggas, I hate you niggas
I admit the drink was laced
If I text and you act like you hate it, then you can die too
And i'm shitting on your grave
I ain't begging for shit no more
But damn right i'll keep weed and whores
I keep him on all fours, I think i'll make him mi amor
Push up!
What you waiting for?
Give him pressure sore
Push up!
My fashion extravagant, and I know they saw
Why you crying lil nigga is you scared?
And they ask why I act like I don't care
And I said I ain't acting, if it ain't fashion, or my bae, i'm bored
I'm pistol packing, ain't no lacking, ain't no shit I can't afford
Do I want you to touch me? Or love me?
Yeah i'm so torn
Bro was just popping shit, since a f*cking jhit, since you could get a boner
And i'm rockin some other shit, it's Italian
I don't rock it when i'm sober
And baby said call me, when you horny
So I pull up when it's over
What I do is all for me
Ain't nobody put me first when I was in a corner
And I miss all my niggas and my goddamn fans who was here the whole time
And if it's my time, then it's your time, it's our time
If ya wanna shine, put the hate aside, music just a part time
But I hop on the beat, piss all on you niggas
I'm doing that full time
Yeah, if you cool then you'll take one to the face
Take a seat lil nigga know ya place
Foreign cars you ain't know is what I race
Keep it real ion like you niggas, I hate you niggas
I admit the drink was laced
If I text and you act like you hate it, then you can die too
And i'm shitting on your grave
I ain't begging for shit no more
But damn right i'll keep weed and whores
I keep him on all fours, I think i'll make him mi amor
Push up!
What you waiting for?
Give him pressure sore
Push up
My fashion extravagant, and I know they saw
Take a seat lil nigga know ya place
Foreign cars you ain't know is what I race
"Listen here you little British f*ck!"
Keep it real ion even like you niggas
Yeah, if you cool then you'll take one to the face
Take a seat lil nigga know ya place
Foreign cars you ain't know is what I race
Keep it real ion like you niggas, I hate you niggas
I admit the drink was laced
If I text and you act like you hate it, then you can die too
And i'm shitting on your grave
I ain't begging for shit no more
But damn right i'll keep weed and whores
I keep him on all fours, I think i'll make him mi amor
Push up!
What you waiting for?
Give him pressure sore
Push up!
My fashion extravagant, and I know they saw
Why you crying lil nigga is you scared?
And they ask why I act like I don't care
And I said I ain't acting, if it ain't fashion, or my bae, i'm bored
I'm pistol packing, ain't no lacking, ain't no shit I can't afford
Do I want you to touch me? Or love me?
Yeah i'm so torn
Bro was just popping shit, since a f*cking jhit, since you could get a boner
And i'm rockin some other shit, it's Italian
I don't rock it when i'm sober
And baby said call me, when you horny
So I pull up when it's over
What I do is all for me
Ain't nobody put me first when I was in a corner
And I miss all my niggas and my goddamn fans who was here the whole time
And if it's my time, then it's your time, it's our time
If ya wanna shine, put the hate aside, music just a part time
But I hop on the beat, piss all on you niggas
I'm doing that full time
Yeah, if you cool then you'll take one to the face
Take a seat lil nigga know ya place
Foreign cars you ain't know is what I race
Keep it real ion like you niggas, I hate you niggas
I admit the drink was laced
If I text and you act like you hate it, then you can die too
And i'm shitting on your grave
I ain't begging for shit no more
But damn right i'll keep weed and whores
I keep him on all fours, I think i'll make him mi amor
Push up!
What you waiting for?
Give him pressure sore
Push up
My fashion extravagant, and I know they saw
Writer: Phoenix Chi Barrett
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