signs

Ricochet poison, no lead

Ten toe tactic, off witcha head

I ain't talking bullets, would you offer me the bed?

Leave me in the morning after eating on a spread

Repping your set

Family bred

Baker convention

Promise the best

Glaze me in icing

Leave me unwed

Savor the moment and savor the rest

I don't need your loving, I'm just offering some time

I don't want commitment, I just like the way you whine

I don't need your history, but if asked I'll tell you mine

I don't need no comeback, that's a boomerang to mind

Wait, whoa

What's your sign?

I heard it was freaky, would you like to feel the burn?

Hey, whoa

You want mine?

Maybe I'm a scorpion

Maybe I'm a lion

Hey, whoa

What's that chime?

Gotta get to steppin', other shorties on the line

Hey, whoa

What's that flying?

Is that a pig? Fuck

Capone on the rhythm and the beat

Got a little scar on the face on me

Pics no chips, aubergine

Had to soak it in, they was flicking on the bean

I ain't saying nothing but they got me on feign

Boss to the town

Bonafide clean

Codified dependence on the money and the beams

Certified allowance, I'm a verified dream

I don't need your loving, I'm just offering some time

B- bounce it back

Flaunt your stacks

Seen your tat, what memory is that?

I'm not of Venus, don't set traps

If you fly out, I'ma send you right back

Sex In The City, is you fuckin' with me?

Is you tryna carry half this money in your titties

Don't you act saditty

You was never nitty

Sing a little ditty just to get you out the gritty

Wait, whoa

What's your sign?

I heard it was freaky, would you like to feel the burn?

Hey, whoa

You want mine?

Maybe I'm a scorpion

Maybe I'm a lion

Hey, whoa

What's that chime?

Gotta get to steppin', other shorties on the line

Hey, whoa

What's that flying?

Is that a pig? Fuck