Volar
This rapper's a mathlete, an average athlete
Honeys were running like track meets, but I'm still the same if you ask me
Just a lil' bit more richer, can't pick her out from a picture
I'm old fashioned with the pitch, her, curves threw me from her sister
I lost her now she got a mister
Well damn!
I'm just a lil' (Well damn!)
I'm just a lil' bit more, flyer than niggas (Well damn, yeah)
I feel like 20 a gram, this cardigan harder than barging in
Give up your bargains, no argument
My baby say she wanna order in
My niggas say they wanna take you out
So take this in, please do not run your mouth, yeah
We from the dirty south, gold teeth with my 30 out
My baby girl, she look so heaven sent
So I give you hell if she word it out
Niggas ain't bouncin' like 30 ounce
I give her love that she heard about
Now she gon' want always to fuck with me
You older niggas always under me
I give you the game and you fumbling
I show her the fame and she humble me, yeah
My baby, my baby, I promise to not drive you crazy, yeah, yeah
My baby, my baby, I promise to not drive you crazy
This rapper's a mathlete, an average athlete
Honeys were running like track meets, but I'm still the same if you ask me
Just a lil' bit more richer, can't pick her out from a picture
I'm old fashioned with the pitch, her, curves threw me from her sister
I lost her now she got a mister
An average athlete
Honeys were running like track meets, but I'm still the same if you ask me
Just a lil' bit more richer, can't pick her out from a picture
I'm old fashioned with the pitch, her, curves threw me from her sister
I lost her now she got a mister