Letras
The way I'm living' ain't no time for reminiscing
I make peace with my decisions, listen to my premonitions
Many been in this position, like division, bad intentions
That's the difference, not to mention, made my way up out the trenches
Tequila sipping, getting twisted like syringes
Lifting' up like flight attendants, get up wet and slide up in it
Hustle to my final minute, keep the vinyl spinning'
Flow is vintage, couldn't do this even if your life depended
My teeth are white, these niggas don't like the dentist
Slide the weapon, I get quite defensive
Even if I ain't hot, I got heightened senses
Nowadays they do a lot for a little attention
I told that thought to pay the bill if she so independent
And here's a thought, if you will, I got an opinion
There's a plot that's still out will, they want us like minions
You get the message? If not, don't worry, forget it
I'm not offended
Cause nine times out of ten, the wheels gon' spin
And we gon' ride to the end
Nine times out of ten, the wheels gon' spin
And we gon' ride to the end
I don't wanna cry, I don't wanna cry
I don't wanna cry, I don't wanna cry
I don't wanna cry, I don't wanna cry
I don't wanna
Drop
Swipe right and shit go left
Better take it easy, devil got a hold of her
Wait, she sucking' dick
She might just take your soul from your fuckin' track star
That right there, a roadrunner hitting' me for both
Summers had to block her old number
She want them type of deals, a coupon kit
All-star weekend, she get around like that Tupac hit
Now my ex tapping me for that goodbye dick
Sleeping on the homegirl futon plotting Dubai trips
Bitch, I stayed with that green like a crouton git
This that Chevy with the roof off shit
Stepping heavy like my booth got wet
Canary yellow diamonds look like I got Big Bird's wrist
Kinda goin' through my pics, bitch, you ain't slick
Bubblegum and some dick, you can chew on this
Want my last name, but don't know how to access the cash cave
She want a bag and some tits and her ass paid
But don't know how to mop her with a cascade
Or how to leave a nigga alone in his man cave
It's a damn shame
And baby girl, you know I got it on a bad day
Yeah, you bad bae, but you ain't worth a bad bae
Don't be texting those emojis with a mad face
Just because I leave my options open like a crack case
Running to the gram to drag me, that's a drag race
I always end up in your mouth just like a bad taste
Body great, but that attitude you can't fake
But that pussy so good that I can't wait