Like a keyboard
Singing like a sweet song
I get them cheeks though
Yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, ay, ay, yeah
I play these women like a keyboard
She singing like a sweet song
When I get in them cheeks though, yeah (ay, ay)
I got no love for all these weak hoes
My pockets like a Brinks truck
I'm on the brink of beast mode, ay (to the top, boy)
Yeah, ballin' from the three, don't need a free throw
And nigga, don't you try me
Tuck the tommy in the pea coat
And you know where to find me
Chasing gualla, blowin' weed smoke
I'm itching for some time to take your wife
Where we can be alone, yeah
We at home fuckin', she don't need her phone
Told her I won't touch her
'Til she suck it baby, deep throat, yeah
And baby, love me like a weed song
Feeling like I'm King Kong
And I could never be wrong (yeah)
But if I fuck the first night
I maybe call her bae
I put her on her first flight
I took her outta state, ay
I need a crib right by the lake
I need her bussin' out her heels
And her lingerie
If she let me get behind it, fuck her spine up
Lil' bih just ask me who I am, I ain't remind her
She just want me 'cause her friend co-signed my name
I get to ballin', got the Benz parked by the gate
If lil' baby kinda bad then I'ma fuck her face
Can't make no baby with you baby, I got kids, I'm straight
Ay, that my lil' baby, you look like Dani Leigh
Shit, she said lil' daddy we can run a play, ay
Watch your face
My chain the greatest lake
My pain make better days
My mama pray I'm straight
I'm never giving up no answers
Snitchin' ain't for gang
Don't fuck with niggas who got jammed up
And forget their ways
Man, I stay in the bank
I stay in the race
You stay in the house
You prolly think it's safe
You prolly think you gang
You probably getting paid
But we run in your house
And then we hit the safe, yeah
If I fuck the first night
I maybe call her bae
I put her on her first flight
I took her outta state, ay
I need a crib right by the lake
I need her bussin' out her heels
And her lingerie
If she let me get behind it, fuck her spine up
Lil' bih just ask me who I am, I ain't remind her
She just want me 'cause her friend co-signed my name
I get to ballin', got the Benz parked by the gate
Yeah, yeah, right by the gate, bitch
You know what I'm saying, shout out to my nigga Licks though
We pulling up in the Benz, yeah, you feel me?