No accidents

Might as well tell you I don't need a deal All of these niggas get feels I be selling my records And niggas be selling their souls Flashing lights, strike up a pose Already told you I'm chosen I already told you I don't need a deal Toxic love, I'm up in my feelings God damnit Even my nigga been acting strange I've seen your bitch on my IG page Dripping my motive, I'm making waves Got no time to be playing games Fuck a bitch no foreplay She saw the crib now she wanna stay She wanna chill and she gotta pay God Damnit I'm in my bag again This is ain't no accident We are not making friends This is ain't no accident This is ain't no accident I'm in my bag again We are not making friends Yeah Drop maths but I count cash Can't give a fuck about a lap dance Need my weed, I don't need friends Give her the D, she defense Blow dank, don't need stress Back to the music like relapse Falling in love is a slim chance God Damnit I don't need to have this conversation Pull out my drink and it's concentrated Murder the beat and it's contemplated You talk about, I don't need debating You dropping music but no one relating You know about me tho I'm underrated You dropping music but no one relating I'm in my bag again This is ain't no accident We are not making friends This is ain't no accident This is ain't no accident I'm in my bag again We are not making friends Yeah