Lyrics: Devlan Aubrey
Music: Devlan Aubrey
Only attachments is one of my f**king ratchets
Me and Neeks ain’t had sh*t, we summer saw like gymnastics
They don’t give me credit but I’d rather take the cash shit
Break out the elastic
I just got the groove back just like Angela Bassett
Why you pay for law school if you keep skipping classes?
Want something more lavish
You wanna be a bad b**ch
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Gassed up shawty, let’s get it started
Down ass n*gga cause I’m down for you already
Down for you already
Down for you already
I ain’t tryna manage you, pill popping animal
And I know your friends too
Augustine and Diana, both of y’all a handful
F**king in the Trump Tower, tryna get me cancelled
Ay
Gassed up shawty, let’s get it started
Down ass n*gga cause I’m down for you already
Down for you already
Down for you already
I ain’t tryna manage you, pill popping animal
And I know your friends too
Augustine and Diana, both of y’all a handful
F**king in the Trump Tower, tryna get me cancelled
Alright
If they knew what we did in the bando, one day I might get cancelled
Now f**king on UK’s next top model that’s our generation, Naomi Campbell
Hella petite like Bella Hadid so I handle that delicately, she fragile
I ain’t blowing out candles being romantic
Baby – I’m blowing your back out
I didn’t know what to say when they ask what my occupation was
Slang so many rocks, now I’m at a Roc Nation brunch
Post nut clarity bust my lock, conversation done
I knew that this day would come
I pulled up outside of the spot and I freed up the keys of the latest truck
We don’t got a G check DJ’s cuz opps don’t get played at clubs
I’m impatient, blud
I just want to get paid and cut
This b*tch got a million followers
I don’t even know what she famous from
She wanna go Nobu Malibu just for the highlight
She ain’t even hungry
I paid for the crib, alright, no interest rate
I ain’t paying it monthly
Sneaky link, no strings attached
Bae, me and trap are my only attachments
Before I give you my Insta password I’ll give you the pin to my Amex
Thank God, they ain’t got any felonies
Alright
I’m in Beverly Hills with a Hollywood actress
They keep laughing when I say bottle of water
Gonna say I got a weird accent
They wanna be courtside at the playoffs
But they weren’t with me in practice
Before me that girl was a regular citizen, now she got fans and shit
Lambo parked in the landing strip
I show you how the mandem living
No rest for the wicked
I don’t know how the mandem chilling
I’m pushing the limit
GRT’s it was Honda Civics
Long live F-Dot
Bro gon’ tell you I’m one of the realest
Look
Time just moves by too slow
Keep asking for a day from them but who knows
Three up Baby M outta you know
Need your back around, we was too close
Choices that you made to reach new goals
I know you got regret about a few of those
Three up Baby M outta you know
Need you back around so we can do growth
Blue stones, new clothes, cool poses
The way we used to roll had me too open
Three up Baby M, my heart is too broken
Tryna hit the highway with the roof open
I’m tryna book a jet and see a blue ocean
A 180 days without my evil twin
A 180 days I gotta see you again
180 days, they gotta free the kid, wait
Free my evil twin back, he my demon
I hate we hit it off on a disagreement
It still doesn’t barely change s*it between us
And both your little sisters my kids, I mean it
Just read the sense, ah s*it, I’m speechless
I know you prolly laying on a top on sleepless
Praying for you every night like I found Jesus
Tryna get you home, tryna get you home
Time just moves by too slow
Keep asking for a day from them but who knows
Three up Baby M outta you know
I need you back around, we was too close
Choices that you made to reach new goals
I know we got regret about a few of those
Three up Baby M outta you know
I need you back around