Speak of the Devil
Shawty said she missin' me
Left you in my memories
Got tired of your tenacy, got tired of your games
I can't rock with these niggas, I got tired of these lames
I don't wanna live on average, wanna hear 'em shout my name
Baby seen me glow up, swear she moving way too fast
Hol' on, baby, slow down, bitch, you way too gassed
Is it 'cause I made a couple grand this week?
Now she wanna link, that's a fantasy
Baby, in your dreams, I won't link up with you
You a nasty hoe, you smoking on them pre-cut swishers
If I don't like you, I won't cap, I'ma be blunt with you
She want Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Fendi, Louis V slippers
Yeah, I took her shopping with my bros
Ain't no shit that I would get her
Now she mad, now she crying, now shawty wanna frown
Kept it pushing, kept it moving, when you see me, keep me down
I can't make these bitches smile when they always make me frown
Yeah, my bro ain't key, gone be ridin' til we run out of gas
We was last, we was losers, now we flying first class
When we land, hop in a Porsche, put 200 on the dash
All these bitches wanna fuck me, wanna fuck me 'cause I rap
I got two thick bands
Two thick hoes wanna follow and be my plans
Step through Christian, Louis Vuitton on my feet
When I had ten bands bustin' out my jeans
Shawty said she missin' me
Left you in my memories
Got tired of your tenacy, got tired of your games
I can't rock with these niggas, I got tired of these lames
I don't wanna live on average, wanna hear 'em shout my name
Baby seen me glow up, swear she moving way too fast
Hol' on, baby, slow down, bitch, you way too gassed
Is it 'cause I made a couple grand this week?
Now she wanna link, that's a fantasy