How you gon' treat me like I'm see-through?
Seven days a week, I wanna
Baby, when I see you, I'ma

These bitches always want somethin' from me It's way different every time it's me and you
You loved me when I was bummy, now I got money
Baby, let me freeze you
I said: Get

This don't usually happen like this, though, fuck it

I woke up to like ninety-nine missed calls
That's like ninety-nine people I probably pissed off
Like damn, nigga, I was on a jail call
Damn, niggas make me hate my cell phone
Like damn, my nigga, I'm in the studio
Las

(Almighty God)
This young nigga with me
Really shoot like Trae

I'm pullin' up with seven MAC-11s
Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin'
Put a beam on every single weapon
Send me the addy and I'ma address it
I wanna start rippin' through your leggings
You're bett

Fuckin' 'round with the wrong bitch, now my heart itch
Now I never wanna be sober (Yeah)
And it's only 'cause your ass so fat
From the front, you know what's back there
And I ain't tryna be fallin' in love
Yeah, you don't even know me enough
Yeah, why you gotta act like t

[A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
She never called back
I pull up in all black
What you call that?
Pull up in all black

[A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
You kept on calling her phone
No wonder she never called back
You saw the message she wrote me
Lowkey, you want your hoe b

On Goyard luggages, I'm blowin' your budget
How you gon' tell me I'm bugging when I came from nothing?
Even if you don't love me, don't change for nothin'
But why wouldn't you love me?

You keep some lighters in your bag
Couple of grams in my lap and we'll keep grooving

Said, I ain't got no friends, all my niggas blood to me
Spillin' in your ear, yeah, that's blood money

Hey, you niggas fuckin' up my vibe (yeah)
I'm gettin' money, yeah, I'm fine
If I call you bro, you better ride out
Just tell me what's the words and we gon' slide on guys<

Yeah, yeah, I like it!
Teach ya, teach ya, teach ya, teach ya
Teach ya, teach ya, teach ya, teach ya
Cause you've been a bad girl, bad girl
Someone's gonna have to

Girl, I still fuck with you
Even though you've been a bad girl
I wanna teach you a lesson
Tell me

I'm ballin' like LeBron's son
Heartless, don't you start nothin'
Oh, baby, just install this on me (on me)
Got features like RiRi
And this water on my wrist (my wrist)
Yeah, like Fiji
I'm ballin' (ballin')
Drop thirty on my fit (ballin')
Uh, don't worry, I won't m

It's JoeFromYO
SethGotTheWaves

I pushed all of your buttons (Oh, oh), still wasn't workin' (Still wasn't workin')
When you walk, it was bloody (Oh, oh), like somebody hurt you
Christian Louboutins, I'm rockin' (Oh, oh), YSL perfume (YSL perfume)
Way too good for me (Way too

Beast mode (yeah)
Go beast mode
Ballin' so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code (huh)
I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothafuckin' jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little bitch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak ho

Best friend
You was like my best friend
You was like my best friend
We used to be best friends 'til we started sexin'
What's next girl, 'cause it's up to you
Can we still be best friends after what just happened
It's a bad thing, but it feels so good
Let me beat it up

Murda on the beat, so it's not nice

Money out the ass, nigga, big shit, big rich
Milli' on my wrist, he lookin' like a big lick, lick
If I say it's lit, then it's lit, lit
Try to line me, chick-chick, boom, nigga, get hit
Told my nigga, you catch a body, just don't spit, mm

Won't miss that shit
If you find them, they gon' get that shit
Go Grizzand I won't miss any of them
Yeah, mmh
Winners Circle
Uh, uh, uh, and uh
Uh, uh-uh, they uh, and uh

Look at my schedule, nigga
My itinerary is lookin' too busy for niggas
But I still fuck

I don't need love, that shit is so, so petty
Don't you go tweet about it
We could speak about it if you really, really with me
Growing up bein' in the gas stations
In the CVSs gettin' gifties, yeah
And if you really my nigga
Word to mother, we gon' split it fifty-fifty, y

I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong
I can't believe your turned your back when I was all alone
The feds took my friends from me and I was on my own
They gon' try to take our swag, but they could never clone us
The richest in my family, at nineteen, I grown up

I'm drownin'
I'm drownin'
I'm drownin'
I'm drownin'

Wrist so icy, wonder why she like me, bitch I'm drownin'
In water, I just bought a Cuban, dipped it in a fountain
Every where that I go it's a light show, I'm surrounded
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down,

Look back at it
She ain't never do this before, but she good at it
Said she never made love, but she good at it (she good at it)
She make a nigga feel good when I look at it (yeah)
I get goosebumps when I look at it (look at it)
Oh, girls just wanna have fun with it (fun with

Now I'm saying what's good with you
I remember being in the hall with you
I still think about you

Fuck all the phony shit
Fuck it I'm stuck on some doly shit
Had a knife in my back when I wrote this shit
I look back and I laugh when I noticed it

Uh
Yeah
Oh, that's London On Da Track, run that shit back
We got London On Da Track

Swervin’
How you look so perfect on your worst days?
Double C your purses, you deserve it
Niggas in your DM, they be thirsty (thirsty), and in person
But you're curvin'
Curvy