9 Outta 10 / Canary Yellow

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