Get the whole block poppin, I'm bout to drop in, we bout to lock in
Ask what I've not been, she like to f*ck me while wearing no cautions
Bitch, I got options, pickin' these hoes like we doin' adoptions
If you got problems, put you to bed like you was exhausted
She call my phone, but I'm too busy steppin' Get a lil' birdie to deliver message
Bitch, when I'm 30, I'll still give erections Teachers gon' hate me when they do attendance
I told that bitch I do not answer questions
Back and forth flights like we in, playin' tennis
Travel the world and I don't need directions Give me the bag and I start doin' metrics
Metrics
Bitch, I been doin' some math
Tryna find out where I'm gettin' this cash
If you got some, then you flat on your ass Schoolin' your ass, I'ma take you to class
Did no assignments and bitch, I still pass
I'm makin' tracks and my career lasts
You writin' songs and you recreate trash
Bitch, I'm the one that they all wanna smash
Cashout so fast, they all think I'm Flash Upgrade the whip so I could never crash
She comin' over, we havin' a blast
Heard you got history, put it in past
Problems and shit, I knew it would not last Bitch, I'm up next like the number one draft No one like me, cause I mastered the craft
Get the whole block poppin, I'm bout to drop
In, we bout to lock in
Ask what I've not been, she like to f*ck me while wearing no cautions
Bitch, I got options, pickin' these hoes like we doin' adoptions
If you got problems, put you to bed like you was exhausted
When I start trappin, like bitch, I have been Your girl a two and my side bitch like Kim
Put down a 30, I'm startin' to sin
He tryna throw and I kick up the chin
Give me a three and I put the ball in
But, when you shoot it, go right out the rim
Bitch, I'm the future, I'll write just like him Cook up the yay, make it jump out the gym
She told you, why can't you be more like him? Textin' these hoes made me chop off my limb
Wintertime time, I come prepared in my Timbs Got a fat ass, but her waist is on slim
Put up the door, make him whistle the hymn Shit getting stressed, boutta pop me a zyn
Yo, bitch was cheatin, but that was akin
Bitch, I'm outta this shit, let me drop you a fin
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Get the whole block poppin, I'm bout to drop in, we bout to lock in
Ask what I've not been, she like to f*ck me while wearing no cautions
Bitch, I got options, pickin' these hoes like we doin' adoptions
If you got problems, put you to bed like you was exhausted
She call my phone, but I'm too busy steppin' Get a lil' birdie to deliver message
Bitch, when I'm 30, I'll still give erections Teachers gon' hate me when they do attendance
I told that bitch I do not answer questions
Back and forth flights like we in, playin' tennis
Travel the world and I don't need directions Give me the bag and I start doin' metrics
Metrics
Bitch, I been doin' some math
Tryna find out where I'm gettin' this cash
If you got some, then you flat on your ass Schoolin' your ass, I'ma take you to class
Did no assignments and bitch, I still pass
I'm makin' tracks and my career lasts
You writin' songs and you recreate trash
Bitch, I'm the one that they all wanna smash
Cashout so fast, they all think I'm Flash Upgrade the whip so I could never crash
She comin' over, we havin' a blast
Heard you got history, put it in past
Problems and shit, I knew it would not last Bitch, I'm up next like the number one draft No one like me, cause I mastered the craft
Get the whole block poppin, I'm bout to drop
In, we bout to lock in
Ask what I've not been, she like to f*ck me while wearing no cautions
Bitch, I got options, pickin' these hoes like we doin' adoptions
If you got problems, put you to bed like you was exhausted
When I start trappin, like bitch, I have been Your girl a two and my side bitch like Kim
Put down a 30, I'm startin' to sin
He tryna throw and I kick up the chin
Give me a three and I put the ball in
But, when you shoot it, go right out the rim
Bitch, I'm the future, I'll write just like him Cook up the yay, make it jump out the gym
She told you, why can't you be more like him? Textin' these hoes made me chop off my limb
Wintertime time, I come prepared in my Timbs Got a fat ass, but her waist is on slim
Put up the door, make him whistle the hymn Shit getting stressed, boutta pop me a zyn
Yo, bitch was cheatin, but that was akin
Bitch, I'm outta this shit, let me drop you a fin
Ask what I've not been, she like to f*ck me while wearing no cautions
Bitch, I got options, pickin' these hoes like we doin' adoptions
If you got problems, put you to bed like you was exhausted
She call my phone, but I'm too busy steppin' Get a lil' birdie to deliver message
Bitch, when I'm 30, I'll still give erections Teachers gon' hate me when they do attendance
I told that bitch I do not answer questions
Back and forth flights like we in, playin' tennis
Travel the world and I don't need directions Give me the bag and I start doin' metrics
Metrics
Bitch, I been doin' some math
Tryna find out where I'm gettin' this cash
If you got some, then you flat on your ass Schoolin' your ass, I'ma take you to class
Did no assignments and bitch, I still pass
I'm makin' tracks and my career lasts
You writin' songs and you recreate trash
Bitch, I'm the one that they all wanna smash
Cashout so fast, they all think I'm Flash Upgrade the whip so I could never crash
She comin' over, we havin' a blast
Heard you got history, put it in past
Problems and shit, I knew it would not last Bitch, I'm up next like the number one draft No one like me, cause I mastered the craft
Get the whole block poppin, I'm bout to drop
In, we bout to lock in
Ask what I've not been, she like to f*ck me while wearing no cautions
Bitch, I got options, pickin' these hoes like we doin' adoptions
If you got problems, put you to bed like you was exhausted
When I start trappin, like bitch, I have been Your girl a two and my side bitch like Kim
Put down a 30, I'm startin' to sin
He tryna throw and I kick up the chin
Give me a three and I put the ball in
But, when you shoot it, go right out the rim
Bitch, I'm the future, I'll write just like him Cook up the yay, make it jump out the gym
She told you, why can't you be more like him? Textin' these hoes made me chop off my limb
Wintertime time, I come prepared in my Timbs Got a fat ass, but her waist is on slim
Put up the door, make him whistle the hymn Shit getting stressed, boutta pop me a zyn
Yo, bitch was cheatin, but that was akin
Bitch, I'm outta this shit, let me drop you a fin
Writer: Cam Collins
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid