Yessirskii
Hey, hey
Put it on the line, the parlay always hit I'm feeling great
How they bet against me when I'm on my shit, it feel like fate
I been tryna cancel debt with all these verses that I wrote
And I'm flyer than a jet if I know one thing that's fasho
On the timeline posting shit, I'm not responding to no text
How you tryna f*ck with me? I know you keep tabs on your ex
I been working for that mansion listing right up in the hills
Shit I'm down the street, I'm living right off Will
Call me when I post
Cuz all my verses cutting deeper like a spade
And I'm running out of hearts, I got no love, I'm underpaid
I was on the floor for months and no, that shit ain't for the weak
Never needed validation from the shit they love to tweet
I been tired of the games these shorties love to Halo reach
Say she miss me on the low, I tell her catch me by the beach
They be asking me to write the verses for em, and the beats
Tell em, only practice what you really preach
Imma keep it
Hold on, wait
Hold on, wait
Imma keep if Frank with you, sometimes I had Sinatra nights
I been taking on the labels, PLS the copyright
And the records write themselves, the memories I'd never trade
I been doubling my business, I been talking Ryan Page
And the old price was two mill, but now I gotta raise the stakes
It's the only way I'm moving out the partments to the gates
And the pressure making diamonds, shit I never could expense
They been asking for a handout ever since
Call me when I post
Cuz all my verses cutting deeper like a spade
And I'm running out of hearts, I got no love, I'm underpaid
I was on the floor for months and no, that shit ain't for the weak
Never needed validation from the shit they love to tweet
I been tired of the games these shorties love to Halo reach
Say she miss me on the low, I tell her catch me by the beach
They be asking me to write the verses for em, and the beats
Tell em, only practice what you really preach
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Yessirskii
Hey, hey
Put it on the line, the parlay always hit I'm feeling great
How they bet against me when I'm on my shit, it feel like fate
I been tryna cancel debt with all these verses that I wrote
And I'm flyer than a jet if I know one thing that's fasho
On the timeline posting shit, I'm not responding to no text
How you tryna f*ck with me? I know you keep tabs on your ex
I been working for that mansion listing right up in the hills
Shit I'm down the street, I'm living right off Will
Call me when I post
Cuz all my verses cutting deeper like a spade
And I'm running out of hearts, I got no love, I'm underpaid
I was on the floor for months and no, that shit ain't for the weak
Never needed validation from the shit they love to tweet
I been tired of the games these shorties love to Halo reach
Say she miss me on the low, I tell her catch me by the beach
They be asking me to write the verses for em, and the beats
Tell em, only practice what you really preach
Imma keep it
Hold on, wait
Hold on, wait
Imma keep if Frank with you, sometimes I had Sinatra nights
I been taking on the labels, PLS the copyright
And the records write themselves, the memories I'd never trade
I been doubling my business, I been talking Ryan Page
And the old price was two mill, but now I gotta raise the stakes
It's the only way I'm moving out the partments to the gates
And the pressure making diamonds, shit I never could expense
They been asking for a handout ever since
Call me when I post
Cuz all my verses cutting deeper like a spade
And I'm running out of hearts, I got no love, I'm underpaid
I was on the floor for months and no, that shit ain't for the weak
Never needed validation from the shit they love to tweet
I been tired of the games these shorties love to Halo reach
Say she miss me on the low, I tell her catch me by the beach
They be asking me to write the verses for em, and the beats
Tell em, only practice what you really preach
Hey, hey
Put it on the line, the parlay always hit I'm feeling great
How they bet against me when I'm on my shit, it feel like fate
I been tryna cancel debt with all these verses that I wrote
And I'm flyer than a jet if I know one thing that's fasho
On the timeline posting shit, I'm not responding to no text
How you tryna f*ck with me? I know you keep tabs on your ex
I been working for that mansion listing right up in the hills
Shit I'm down the street, I'm living right off Will
Call me when I post
Cuz all my verses cutting deeper like a spade
And I'm running out of hearts, I got no love, I'm underpaid
I was on the floor for months and no, that shit ain't for the weak
Never needed validation from the shit they love to tweet
I been tired of the games these shorties love to Halo reach
Say she miss me on the low, I tell her catch me by the beach
They be asking me to write the verses for em, and the beats
Tell em, only practice what you really preach
Imma keep it
Hold on, wait
Hold on, wait
Imma keep if Frank with you, sometimes I had Sinatra nights
I been taking on the labels, PLS the copyright
And the records write themselves, the memories I'd never trade
I been doubling my business, I been talking Ryan Page
And the old price was two mill, but now I gotta raise the stakes
It's the only way I'm moving out the partments to the gates
And the pressure making diamonds, shit I never could expense
They been asking for a handout ever since
Call me when I post
Cuz all my verses cutting deeper like a spade
And I'm running out of hearts, I got no love, I'm underpaid
I was on the floor for months and no, that shit ain't for the weak
Never needed validation from the shit they love to tweet
I been tired of the games these shorties love to Halo reach
Say she miss me on the low, I tell her catch me by the beach
They be asking me to write the verses for em, and the beats
Tell em, only practice what you really preach
Writer: Camron De'Vine
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid