Lyrics: Marcus Dawson/Erfan Farahdel/Demyn Joel Cruz
Music: Ewan McLain
I keep getting better and better
Through seasons of weather
When its chilly got the heated seats warming the leather
Pressure really makes diamonds
Check my shorty she shining
She didn’t show no love before I Guess its all perfect timing
I put the S in standard
**** drip my dress be a madness
Shorty wanna wine like Magnum
Back to mine then I scored like Rashford
Pen to pad I’m back on badness
Every track I do be an anthem
I don’t have no free time no more
If I air you don’t throw no tantrum
I just came back from Jamaica was a Long flight
The only X I’m in contact with is Off White
And to that thickums put you on a plate & dish it right
I can show u being broke ain't stopping me from living life
Drip
Looking like my broskis hit a lick
We just tryna make it from the ends
And I just sent my hitter on the road while I smoke
Roll it smoke it bust it down ya
Fully loaded I got the rounds ya
If you see me, don’t come around ya
Make it easy just keep it silent
45 on my hip (I got the stick)
If I hit it her once you know I make her drip
I’m too high a flight risk
Why these bitches come with baggage like a trip
Hold on I can’t feel my face again
Just a little taste again
Lonely I’ve been, so I’m ready for another one
They been scared of life
Not afraid to die now
Tell me what you like
Imma get it right now
Try to tie me down
I’ve been cutting ties now
Yeah, they don’t live that lifestyle no
She wanna party with the baddest
Said she wanna up her status
She getting caught up in the madness
But when that friction turn to static
The only X’s that I’m ****ing with is Off White
Seen my brodie send a pack he made it off white
And they be cappin on the gram to live posh life
We got these white girls in the studio and talking like they not white
(Why you wylin?)
Chase someone who got the things you need but me you might just need a plan B
But **** that noise
Cuz now we overseas and they play for keeps so them sticks might come in handy