Situationship (feat. Quan Hunxho)

Big J stay in my lane, I don't wanna talk today I turn her up, look in her eyes, see smile on her face I'm poppin' his noggin , she think I play with that talking She wanna up, get slutted out, I grab her ass for being naughty I'm talkin' runnin' or walkin', they go from walkin' to runnin I say come over here shawty, I heard she nervous, she duckin She lookin' good when she bummin', no matter what she wanna top me I got her doin' what I want and she won't never get off me Now but listen, need you to hear me when I be talking Passing me the blunt when I'm with the gang, we be coughin One of my main homies was on the call with a raw bitch We gon' end the call for now, she be callin' back, he like, oh shit Catch us on the other side vibin', we be the topic I be feelin' shit up in my head, they see my smile droppin You gon' be okay at the end of the day, your heart be throbbin For that single girl that I done lost again, we never stoppin Listen, we bout to need me a anthem Derealization like a cartoon, be like old Danny Phantom And they gon' understand vocabulary like I'm a master And every time before I fall asleep, I pray like a pastor Feel like a pastor, your ho be thinkin' I'm handsome Half of them be up on my dick, I just crave love, send attraction Oh baby, I just wanna kiss her, just a one night stand I'm wonderin' if we could fuck around and just stay as friends for one I've been through so much, I had to learn me a lesson And if you try to play with gang, we get him blessed like a reverend Don't know why he speak on my name, he see the blood that I step in Had to nickname my chopper, Nike, by the way, it's gon' test Ayy, me and JMS, that's a SOS If you try playin' with me again, that chopper hit his chest See, I been on the road with my lil' pastor, tryin' to get him blessed Fuck with us, you dyin', nigga, nothin' more and nothin' less Like damn, I get some bands, I stack them straight to the ceiling And if he ever try to play with you, he ain't raisin' his children I spit some heat up on a beat and that's a personal healin I ain't got no feelings, and if he try to play, then my gang turn into some gremlins Damn, me and JMS, we gon' slide the best, and if he try to play, we got some chops And we gon' blow the race Like I might have to slide down below the whistle like a fucking ref And if he try to play with me again, then we cut off his neck Like damn, like I'm tryna hit at the bitch, both seats hoppin' out deep in the whip Like he try to play, he get hit with a blick, on God, nigga, got hit with a switch He try to play with the gang, and I put it on God, that nigga ain't raisin' his kid He try to play with the gang, and I put it on God, I might just go slow to the brim Yeah, since we doin' shout-outs, shout-out Quan my gang These motherfuckers keep on talkin', all these rappers the same I could go switch down the flows, motherfuckers switch lanes These motherfuckers just be talkin', I don't relate to the fame On God, on God, I hope you know I did it These motherfuckers still talkin', but that is the way it is And when I hurt you, I said shit, oh shit Put it in my head to never trip about relationships