Good to see you, Tilly.
When the meeting was clear.
I'm at your baby mother's crib Walk down the stairs and I open up the fridge Girl, Capri Sun, man, I know that it's your kids Sorry for the drama, boys, mama let me in I got pistols, that's my shit Don't need a switch
Bring a real itchy anti-physio again Fuck her one time, now it's cheerio again you bitch, make me stay real good
Again.
Stepdaddy digger.
Handsome ass nigga.
Private jet to Paris on the weekend for some dinner.
You know everything over here's bigger.
I couldn't pick between them hoes, so I had them both.
Why am I having some flowers?
She already gone wrong.
Make her feel special by her shoes and by her clothes.
Keep on the low, I hope that we don't get stoned.
I don't beef over women, G don't make me mobbed.
Tell them chill, I don't wanna pull up, baby, dad God, if I told you I was trying, I'd be lying Cause you know that I'm the reason, niggas My heart's so cold, I must be frozen
I rub it, I then give it to a little hoe and get it broken So worried about the back door, they left the windows open I climbed in and bust the front door for my bros Man, your baby mother's crib
Walk down the stairs and I open up the fridge Girl, Capri Sun, man, I know that it's your kids Sorry for the drama, boys, mama let me in I got pistols, that's my shit Don't need a switch
Finger real itchy, I need physio again Fuck her one time, now it's cheerio again you bitch, we Mysterio again
Again, honcho, ah, bankrolls, ah In this house, plants get cropped don't get shot
Don't get shot, bossy.
Come on, be my buddy if you snitch any toad.
And I got some new teeth, but I didn't need a mold.
Who don't look alone?
whole thing she can dig around you won't get gold bear he's the gene for fix
Then I went and got that Trap house boom every day of the weekend It's never really time when you call and we ain't got that Ever since I clocked in, I ain't never clocked out Still got brothers locked in, time to let the talks out I was gonna leave the trap and fully go ledge But I got my stash at your baby mum's crib I'm at your baby mother's crib
Walk down the stairs and I open up the fridge Girl, Capri Sun, man, I know that it's your kids Sorry for the drama, boys, mama let me in I got pistols, that's my shit Don't need a switch
Bring a real itchy honey physio again Fuck her one time, now it's cheerio again you bitch, we Mysterio again
again.
