Lyrics:
V(On my feet)
But I ain't knockin cause I got at least bout two or three(three)
Real pussy over here you do pay to see(You do looks)
Ain't about where
and I'm down on my knees?
Niggas goin' six feet deep for the cheese
End up in six by six for the clout
A nigga gotta stay ten toes down
So kill all
sneak
I bought Off-White, to match the physique
I catch a opp now he beating his feet
I gotta leg and she beating my meat
I know she a bird, can tell by
ain’t a bit concerned
It’s a whole lotta shit we gotta get get get unlearned
Circle keep gettin smaller as the big one turns
Loved on plenty women-
, got exposed by E! ('sposed)
So naive, cold in the streets (streets)
Sleep on my feet (feet)
Money turn homies to zombies, they eat (zombies)
Miss
the metro, now that shit is retro
Like the Infrareds on my feet, baby, let's go
Sinatra what they know me by, Logic what they call me
Gotta catch a flight
Baby was a fan, she loved my beat
But I wouldn't raise my leg to let her kiss my feet
I met this freak named Yolanda
Rolled baby doll like a brand new
gettin', smaller everyday goin' by
Fuck it, I pray he don't get 'em a 9 and shoot at a rapper not writing his rhymes
I don't wanna be another soundcloud
hit it when her Man
Is acting up
But we never get in to that
Uhh, she thirst trap on the internet
'Cause her OnlyFans it ain't Fan-ish yet
Ooou she do
through so much money that I need three hands to count it
I woke up in a Bugatti, and parked it by my Ferrari
Took my Rolex and chopped it and stuffed it
straight loud
Pack em by the dubies
Multiply em by the 20s
Lavi3 sellin out, gotta 100 of them (do da math
keep em coming
Lavi3 gang gang yeah we up now yeah
parade of hit's
Get confetti on my shine
You soft like spaghetti
I'm harder than a whale dick
Clap a nigga real quick
Falling outta line like
1 2 3 they
spot by just givin' in?
How you gon' treat this shit like you gon' get to live again?
How you gettin' hype off one hit? Do that shit again
How you got
in the morning
Got me feeling like the man now
3 shots to the back
Get him ran down
Met a bad bitch at the club
She a fan now
Drop top, hit the gas in
energetic
I just keep the feet in, but I'm empathetic
Like, oh, epidemic
All these flashin' lights
It's like I'm epileptic
I'ma do this shit until they get
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe
Panty hoes with see thru holes, pretty toes
Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet
Ja'causezi four feet
Make me a heaven winner, too
I'm crossed by niqqa, my niqqas my foes bigger
My crew was having 3 guys, w then fought could pull the triggers
This shit
Marl
You're not a star at all, no, you're just a sidekick, yeah
Runnin' the outside lickin' shit and ridin' dicks
Real niggaz start cliques, start shit
getting to bragging
Something massive fans i move by the masses
Real talk when the lights off Im ya nightmare
Bitch Im on ya ass like new jeans a tight pair
It's a beautiful night and I'm just walkin' down the street
Not payin' no mind to nothing just starin' at my feet
Tonight's been slow so Imma spice
thoughts, never thought that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride around bouncin' shit
From Impalas to that Harley truck
To dishraggin'
We want smoke
We want all the cancer
Hit up my line and I'm gone answer
Prancer shawty a freaky dancer
Talking bout putting my wrist in handcuffs
on me
Baby was a fan, she loved my beat
But I wouldn't raise my leg to let her kiss my feet
I met this freak named Yolanda
Rolled baby doll like
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