JabariOnTheBeat
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Yeah
Okay, she say if I cancel she gon' hate me
Okay, I just push it back to the next week
Okay, yeah, I know it's rude but baby, IDC
Uh, I don't have a heart, just a heart beat
You ain't really poppin' 'til it's bare leaks
For a nice guy I've been on a mean streak
Versace chains run along on my silk sheets
Yeah, and my phones on, but I let her texts beep
Uh, I'm charged up
Oh, it's funny when you front like you gon' harm us
My dawgs just got they stars up
Oh, it's funny 'til it's not and we mobbed up
And oh, I'm in a jam, what's the move?
Oh, he pop shit now?
You just a regular dude, be honest
He would hit me frequent for verses, be honest
And every time you fight your girl message me nonsense
I ain't even hit, but I know that I got it
And she know i got bands he don't in my pocket
I remember dyas where they told me I'm dreamin'
Now I got bitches asking to take 'em to Neiman's
And they just want my money exchange for the semen
I tell 'em I been wifed and my girl is a freak
Hands down her throat, she just want me to beast
She finna lick my hands and my piece for the skeet
I'm hard, because I work everyday of the week
Two songs every year ain't making you cheeks
They voicing shit on Twitter instead of a beat
That's why you a bum and your numbers are weak
Talk, I fill a cup with the Wock
I don't party 'cause I drink and I smoke at the spot
I don't fear 'em, I just fear on my habits and God
Half these artists don't know shit but to Tweet and to talk
When I'm home I just focus on trying to pop
I don't talk 'less it's something 'bout the music and guap
I'm cummin' in her hair while you cum in a sock
She told me she in bed 'cause her back is in knots
That's just how it goes, Ion make the rules
I was not nice 'til I learned to use the tools
Playin' with my heart, pills in the brew
My left side numb, I don't know how to move
Okay, she say if I cancel she gon' hate me
Okay, I just push it back to the next week
Okay, yeah, I know it's rude but baby, IDC
Uh, I don't have a heart, just a heart beat
You ain't really poppin' 'til it's bare leaks
For a nice guy I've been on a mean streak
Versace chains run along on my silk sheets
Yeah, and my phones on, but I let her texts beep