Intro: Gm C#m C#7 (JJ, what you tellin' me, fam) (R14) Look, yo Verse 1: Gm Next drop we get, we gotta drop it, fuck this tit-for-tattin' She's unemployed, but got a talent, suckin' dick in traffic C#m The trigger sensitive, might Go off even if you tap it C#7 It turns her on when I'm behind, I grab her hair and drag it
Gm Got more than couple bitches stressin' me My users never listen when I tell them, "Don't be textin' me" C#m Beatin' 'round the bush, I know you just wanna have sex with me C#7 When I was broke, I had no hope, and now she's got interest in me Gm Need someone's mumzy tearin' up I spend way too much Rondos on Dior and I don't wear enough You've been trappin' for ten years and you still ain't on no squarin' up C#m My shooters in the party, piss me off and watch 'em air it up C#7 Right or wrong, he doesn't care, so fair enough Gm Your music call the T-house, I got clientele My youngin might just take your watch, he don't know how to buy and sell C#m DIY, I DIM the worker, hit the line myself, I don't know C#7 Who's really got me? I guess time will tell, I don't know Chorus: Gm One time I thought 'bout dickin' down a paigon ho Next time I'm in Dubai, not gonna lie, I'm doin' eight and O C#m Told my jeweller, "Keep the white, I'll add some more and take the rose" C#7 I flick her in the club and change my mind and then not take her home She ask me, "Why " I don't know Gm Police askin' questions 'bout some firearms, but I don't know AP or the Skelly, 'cause I like them both, I don't know C#m How comes you never rid back when I bopped you? Don't say, "I don't know" C#7 She said, "What Do you want from me " but I don't know Verse 2: If you're talkin' opp block, you can't say that I don't go This song ain't for the radio, you think you know my ratio Them diamonds in your watch are trash, don't bring that bust down next to mine If my hitter goes to jail, you already know who's next in line If I never hit, she wouldn't press out when I press, "Decline" I've only got a couple guys from the number next to five NXM **** slipped, probably be the next to die Have his mummy wishin' she went back in time and gave her son a better life On God, got love for all my niggas, but I watch my homies You say you're real, I've heard that hella times, you gotta show me And when I put my knife in him, felt like I won a trophy I'm from the 6, I bought my gun before I copped a Rollie Industry, but I'm still in the streets And when the beef be cookin', fuck his block, I'm at his front door like it's trick-or-treat Stop tryna argue, give me jaw, that's what a nigga needs Can't even Go higher without S makin' a nigga bleed Chorus: One time I thought 'bout dickin' down a paigon ho Next time I'm in Dubai, not gonna lie, I'm doin' eight and O Told my jeweller, "Keep the white, I'll add some more and take the rose" I flick her in the club and change my mind and then not take her home She ask me, "Why " I don't know Police askin' questions 'bout some firearms, but I don't know AP or the Skelly, 'cause I like them both, I don't know How comes you never rid back when I bopped you? Don't say, "I don't know" She said, "What Do you want from me " but I don't know Outro: (JJ, what you tellin' me, fam) (R14)
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