[Intro]
Nigga, yeah
[Verse 1]
Ayy, finally— (Damn)
Finally pulled a black queen, she was all I needed
Pretty smile and pretty, pretty quick— (Ayy)
Pretty smile and pretty, pretty— (Damn, ayy)
Pretty smile and pretty curvy waist, and my, I wasn't feigning
One day, she had said she was attracted, on God, I'm dreaming
Swear to God, I never pulled a baddie in all my seasons (Ayy)
Two weeks later, shorty ghosted me, I was sobbing and wheezing
Cycling my pain, remain the same for obvious reasons
Brodie went from laughing in my sadness to bobbing and weaving
One day, we was caking, now we not, what the fuck is a mеaning?
Now, you ni— (Ah, fuck, ayy)
Now, you niggas know why I be fed up with all thesе hoes
I can't be focused on a shorty and all these goals
I tried to see the bigger picture, but it's blocked by hoes
I don't really got no discipline, I unblocked my hoes (Damn)
[Break 1]
Swear, soon as I say
Soon as I say, babygirl— Okay, fuck
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 2]
It's like, soon as I say, "Babygirl, I want you," she just dip on me
If I don't say it back, she LMA, she gon' trip on me
I gotta pull it together, I might melt if she put lips on me
Bitch know I been touch-deprived— (Damn, fuck)
[Break 2]
I fucked that bar up, that's okay
I went from watching Ash Kaash to really counting cash
I went from— (Huh, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, look
[Verse 3]
I went from watching Ash Kaash to really counting cash
I brought that girl up to your door, I did a couple dashes
There's some romance in this blunt, just leave it in the casket
Shorty hurt the body, but at least she let me— (Wait)
I went from watching Ash Kaash to really counting cash
I brought that girl up to your door, I did a couple dashes
There's some romance in this blunt, just leave it in the ashes
Shorty just— (Uh, damn, uh, ayy, uh, ayy)
Bitch, you really think you really booming off that couple thousand
Seen that shit when I turned eleven, that shit been around me
You know it get grimy in the jungle, keep a monkey on me
Find out you can make a lot of money with a couple junkies
We was 'posed to truly be homies, but you intimidated
Thankful for my fucking circumstances, I could really make it
You just want to have a book with pictures, I'm on different pages (Ayy, but look)
2022, bitch, I'm up, I'll send a postcard
I've been making bangers 'bout my life, you gotta pose hard
How come you gon' scam local business, but got no card
How the fuck you scam a local business with no card?
Nigga, yeah
[Verse 1]
Ayy, finally— (Damn)
Finally pulled a black queen, she was all I needed
Pretty smile and pretty, pretty quick— (Ayy)
Pretty smile and pretty, pretty— (Damn, ayy)
Pretty smile and pretty curvy waist, and my, I wasn't feigning
One day, she had said she was attracted, on God, I'm dreaming
Swear to God, I never pulled a baddie in all my seasons (Ayy)
Two weeks later, shorty ghosted me, I was sobbing and wheezing
Cycling my pain, remain the same for obvious reasons
Brodie went from laughing in my sadness to bobbing and weaving
One day, we was caking, now we not, what the fuck is a mеaning?
Now, you ni— (Ah, fuck, ayy)
Now, you niggas know why I be fed up with all thesе hoes
I can't be focused on a shorty and all these goals
I tried to see the bigger picture, but it's blocked by hoes
I don't really got no discipline, I unblocked my hoes (Damn)
[Break 1]
Swear, soon as I say
Soon as I say, babygirl— Okay, fuck
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 2]
It's like, soon as I say, "Babygirl, I want you," she just dip on me
If I don't say it back, she LMA, she gon' trip on me
I gotta pull it together, I might melt if she put lips on me
Bitch know I been touch-deprived— (Damn, fuck)
[Break 2]
I fucked that bar up, that's okay
I went from watching Ash Kaash to really counting cash
I went from— (Huh, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, look
[Verse 3]
I went from watching Ash Kaash to really counting cash
I brought that girl up to your door, I did a couple dashes
There's some romance in this blunt, just leave it in the casket
Shorty hurt the body, but at least she let me— (Wait)
I went from watching Ash Kaash to really counting cash
I brought that girl up to your door, I did a couple dashes
There's some romance in this blunt, just leave it in the ashes
Shorty just— (Uh, damn, uh, ayy, uh, ayy)
Bitch, you really think you really booming off that couple thousand
Seen that shit when I turned eleven, that shit been around me
You know it get grimy in the jungle, keep a monkey on me
Find out you can make a lot of money with a couple junkies
We was 'posed to truly be homies, but you intimidated
Thankful for my fucking circumstances, I could really make it
You just want to have a book with pictures, I'm on different pages (Ayy, but look)
2022, bitch, I'm up, I'll send a postcard
I've been making bangers 'bout my life, you gotta pose hard
How come you gon' scam local business, but got no card
How the fuck you scam a local business with no card?
( Your Stepdad )
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