TEETH

I wrote one song about her, she forgetting how to act

Bragging to her friends on her CF, whack

Talking to her friends like I need her, whack

I'm busy bringing underground up, I'm way too tapped

I'm too tapped, yeah

You said you want me

But you were lying through your teeth bae

(Yeah, huh)

Now you're on the sidelines, take a seat bae

(Huh)

I know that shit gon' make you kiss your teeth bae

You better fix your tone

Cause I'm not liking what I'm hearing

You might have to leave me lone

I been letting shit slide for too long, I'm not pacifist no more

Gave you three, four chances and you still gon' do me wrong, huh

Fuck it

I guess that that's the way it go

You ain't seen where I came from, why you talking like you know?

My childhood twin in jail cause he went and upped the (fsh)

Crashed out on some smoke (huh)

And they want me to worry bout some IG hoes

I'm working on phantom hours 2, I ain't got time for none of the drama

Motherfucker got a buzz cut now he think he Dalai Lama

Talk to bitches like I'm Stark

Sorry, I'm the one

Sorry, I'm the (what)

Sorry I'm the one

I'm the one, shawty

I cannot stop this run, shawty

I'm gone

Double this month, shawty

I'm tryna get funds, I'm tryna get funds

New regiment, I'm tryna wake up before the sun

And I'm shrinking my circle even more, it's getting small

Huh, no you can't get no access

No you can't no backstage

No you can't get no back end

Bitch I'm staying in flow state

If I give a handout feature you could call that shit philanthropy

If I give a handout feature you could call that shit a blessing

You gotta count your

(You gotta count em)

You gotta count your chances

You gotta count your

(You gotta count)

You gotta count your blessings

If I disappear on you right now, what you gon' do about it?

You can't fuck with me or my sound, so you write news about me

Them politics ain't for me, I'm really just a musician

Shawty I can't come back no matter how much you wish it

I'm all about them melodies, they don't know what I'm risking

I got sick of all the drama, oh, so I can't fix it

(Hey rghv, so what are you doing?)

(Word, okay, that's what we're doing I guess)