RWE Neptune - 43V3R Lyrics

(Splash)
Neptune
(I ain't goin' out)
Forever, forever
(I ain't goin' out)
I ain't goin' outside today
Ran off onna plug, I rubbed his bitch in his face
Go ahead and text me, I ain't tryna hit the line today
Like don't address me less we matchin' smoke then I'm onna way, my drums onna way
I ain't goin' outside today
Ran off onna plug, I rubbed his bitch in his face
Go ahead and text me, I ain't tryna hit the line today
Like don't address me less we matchin' smoke then I'm onna way, my drums onna way
I ain't goin' outside today
Ran off with this bitch and smoked his pack in her face
I'll call you later, you can text me if you got sum to say
The pot's on the table, who placin' bets
It's blood on my face, and yours can replace
Put that bitch in her place, you can't be too safe
With a glick on your waist, can die any day
Darin' any nigga to feel dangerous today, ichy trigger finger finna get to scratchin
Today
She scratchin' my waist, Imma leave a baby in her (huh, uh, what)
Look in my eyes you my favorite sinner (look at my eyes)
Clean it up like"baby, what you tryna make for dinner?"
She like chicken with the rice, I want what's up in the middle
Tryna take you on another two, three, more rounds
We be like bread and butter, toasted, we forever bound
Forever, forever, forever, forever
Tryna take you on another two, three, more rounds
We be like bread and butter, toasted, we forever bound
Forever, forever, forever, forever
I ain't goin' outside today
Ran off onna plug, I rubbed his bitch in his face
Go ahead and text me, I ain't tryna hit the line today
Like don't address me less we matchin' smoke then I'm onna way, my drums onna way
I ain't goin' outside today
Ran off onna plug, I rubbed his bitch in his face
Go ahead and text me, I ain't tryna hit the line today
Like don't address me less we matchin' smoke then I'm onna way, my drums onna way
Keep my memory safe before it's too late
In my head, f*ck what a doctor gon' say
Roll up roaches in my bed and get to poppin' the pain
It's stoppin' the rain, takin' all my problems away, yeah
Imma pull up foreign with the blue tins, this not a hobby, nigga, I do this
Stakes way too high, nigga, I can't die, I been flamin' up woods with a Ruth's Chris
I ain't tuckin' my chain, you stupid, nigga tryna walk on my range, get too lit
Too much red in my cup (Blue's Clues it)
Purple forever
Tryna take you on another two, three, more rounds
We be like bread and butter, toasted, we forever bound
Forever, forever, forever, forever
Tryna take you on another two, three, more rounds
We be like bread and butter, toasted, we forever bound
Forever, forever, forever, forever
I ain't goin' outside today
Ran off onna plug, I rubbed his bitch in his face
Go ahead and text me, I ain't tryna hit the line today
Like don't address me less we matchin' smoke then I'm onna way, my drums onna way
I ain't goin' outside today
Ran off onna plug, I rubbed his bitch in his face
Go ahead and text me, I ain't tryna hit the line today
Like don't address me less we matchin' smoke then I'm onna way, my drums onna way