Lyrics
Want slap me over a text
But I kinda like it so I act like I'm vex
Coulda been a mad ting complex
But trust man, I'm tryna fight it, no test
Until I see the dress fall down, off her leg
Sneaky
Wake up and neglect
CC on her chest and her nose
Fantasizing 'bout what she can get
Came to the crib not fucking
She caved in
Guns in the room, get popping
We caved in
Grab a shank or a flick, they can't, they're faking
Man are flaking like they're head top
She fantasizing my black top off
While I got a x on my chest, on god
Got red in my cup like Klopp
I'm slurring man, a nursing medication
You show where the faith is at
Try run up in vacant flats with the cats
And tell me after all of that madness
Is your head back intact
I want fornication and racks
Evading from the pagans like tax
I chose saving a city that ain't worth saving
Literally killing myself for that
When you talk 'bout the top 3 in the scene
Best mention my name when you conversate
Couldn't get me so they compensate
Rock with the bally on head I'm bait
Best watch that tally, my force in fate
Go pop me a xan and I'm vacant
I like it face full
No connotation
She want a threesome
Tell her go make it
She like 6 huh, when you wanna taste it
Nails done, hair done, not basic
Half these **** around me wanna chase it
But for you I'll make it back
Bally on, face tucked, still saw my tatt
In the back of the club, still claw on that
She wanna touch on me
She wanna fuck on me
Got a California bitch and one from Putney
Sunken tears, the soul got ugly
My goals and peers don't come above me
I slap the back out
I call her sexy
Love my bro like Peep and Bexey
Bad one on me, she wanna sex me
Hate myself, I know I'm messy
Between me and you it's held against me
Chase no hoe, I chase a cheque
You show where the faith is at
Try run up in vacant flats with the cats
And tell me, after all of that madness
Is your head back intact
I want fornication and racks
Evading from the pagans like tax
I chose saving a city that ain't worth saving
Literally killing myself for that
You show where the faith is at
Try run up in vacant flats with the cats
And tell me, after all of that madness
Is your head back intact
I want fornication and racks
Evading from the pagans like tax
I chose saving a city that ain't worth saving
Literally killing myself for that
