Fuck dnd, baby, I put my shit on airplane mode
Baby, it's alright, I don't care where you go
Niggas talk right, we gon' spare they souls
You thinkin' I want off, you just don't dare me, bro
Thinkin' I want off, you just don't dare me, bro
You thinkin' I want off, you just don't dare me, bro
Shorty try and play him, he don't care because he know
One false move and they gon' bury you in gold
It's all about how you ride me, I don't care if you was in Vogue
It's all about how you ride me, I don't care if you was in Vogue
It's fuckin' with my conscience, we shouldn't have spared him, bro, he told
Like, how you trying to play me like a bitch and then you fold
One, two, three, we always forget to say four
And don't mind me, I always forget to say no
Yeah, don't mind me, I always forget to say no
And don't try me, I never forget to keep a pole
I'm like, YB the way I take care of my bros
Light skin mami, and she tryna go low
Murakami, and my diamonds all on froze
Murakami, and my diamonds all on froze
And if your name Ashanty, I'll get you anything for the low
If your name Ashanty, I'll get you anything for the low, yeah
Shorty called me, trying to take pictures of them hoes, yeah
And shorty wanted me, but I ain't want shorty to meet my folks, though
Brodie poppin' three Perky pills a night he goin' loco
Aye, Uncle V, how you pass away and leave behind Coco
Shit got my family in a chokehold
Fuck dnd, baby, I put my shit on airplane mode
Baby, it's alright, I don't care where you go
Niggas talk right, we gon' spare they souls
You thinkin' I want off, you just don't dare me, bro
Thinkin' I want off, you just don't dare me, bro
You thinkin' I want off, you just don't dare me, bro
I done seen niggas get married off a blind date
I done seen niggas get married and just fly away
Growing out my hair, I can't forget to cop that pomade
This life shit get rough, take me back with me and Riq made Flauwave
Them niggas tried to sell me marijuana in them hallways
And just because lil' bro don't talk to bitches, that don't mean you call him gay
And even if you get all the bitches in the world, that don't mean we call you straight
Cause you gotta prove it
You gotta prove it
You gotta prove it
Making music
This shit amusing
I'm spinning' turntables like DJ Ruben
Growin' up, I was young and dumb, I was livin' clueless
When shorty left me, bro, my life was ruined
When this shit drop, y'all niggas better tune in