Picking up slack
That fucking producer tag throw me off
I don't even like that shit
That boy shit off beat lowkey
Picking up slack got me moving with a stranger
I had asked shawty why the fuck she got a banger
She said she a bottle girl usually get off later
She seen that I'm guaped up she think I'm a player
Took her to the high rise ain't much left to say though
I turned on that Xbox I ain't trying to play though
She trying to get turnt up I ain't finna say naw
Imma watch the pillow rub all of her face off
Why you keep asking for percs, you not scared of Fentanyl?
Bitch I know my feelings hurt, I'm a lightskin nigga y'all
Then got Drizzy on the repeat, she said she wanna see me
Then she went got a BF still text and say she need me
Couple hundred and a passport gonna change my shawty time zone
Know her heart in the right place but I'm starting to think her mind wrong
Soon as I catch feelings I buy her Chanel that's the time I'm on
Manipulating my mind you know you slime but you say I'm wrong
Bye, bye, bye put her in high rise that's a upgrade
She can see the whole city from midtown bae check the feng shui
Pull up to my crib I ain't trying to go on no lunch dates
I got problems I like all of my hoes conceited
But I won't take her to Neiman's
All my bitches bad as hell so I can expect that they all demons
And she been trying to ride the boat and she wanna take all of my semen
Hold on, let me put my swimmers in
I got racks like Wimbledon
It's 80 outside still rock coats that got chinchilla skin
And we all on that Casa all y'all bad as fuck
But bae you finer than your potnas
He gonna get drunk around groupies then they going in his pocket
She drop ten racks on her booty then she start acting obnoxious
French tip polish, pardon me Dolly
Rubber band no wallet, dropped clean out of college
Cop tings like a science, pushing P like a potty
Grrt, bitch ain't got no silence text me when you in the lobby
You wilding bae and it's obvious, uh huh
Stingy with this precious time won't give it to no one
Over time I learned good girls ain't no fun no fun no
Bye, bye, bye
And it's obvious, uh huh
Couple hundred in the passport
Over time I learned good girls ain't no fun no fun no
Picking up slack got me moving with a stranger
I had asked shawty why the fuck she got a banger
She said she a bottle girl usually get off later
She seen that I'm guaped up she think I'm a player
Took her to the high rise ain't much left to say though
I turned on that Xbox I ain't trying to play though
She trying to get turnt up I ain't finna say naw
Imma watch the pillow rub all of her face off