Quiet 4 That

Tell me when you wanna come home

With me

Know you gettin' sick of these clones

All in your ear, all in your phone

It's quiet for that, shh, come get gone

With me

I ain't got a front, we grown

Hop in the Veeky, it's parked on chrome

And I'm in Chrome, wait

Slawnshi blunts in a rush

I'm stoned

Whole lotta stack in this Mac

iPhone

Niggas gon' type on they Mac at home

Cause they don't know the type of click-clack I'm on

Whole lotta zap on the fit, that's cold

Whole lotta AHT! on the wrist, that's cold

Whole lotta hoes on tap, but no

Cause the one right here is an action show

And she back it slow, whine it, whine it

Big backside, might die behind it

Fine with that, that's my assignment

No nigga here as fly as I'm is

Told shorty let a real one buy in

Or cash out, fuck it, that's fyne shii

I'm tryna turn fyne shii into my shii

For real

Tell me when you wanna come home

With me

Know you getting sick of these clones

All in your ear, all in your phone

It's quiet for that, shh, come get gone

With me

I ain't got a front, we grown

Hop in the Veeky, it's parked on chrome

And I'm in chrome, wait