Lyrics: James Trevejo
Music: James Trevejo
No beat only sugar
Alright try this one
Try this one hahaha
(Move move ah)
(*Mumble*)Uh I'm ain't fall down
I don't wanna know I'm fall down
Uh
I ain't fall down fourth quarter Shorty I'ma ball out
Don't go to work baby call out
Ain't no waitin' no stall now
I'm finna ball out
Fourth quarter shorty no call outs
Don't go to work baby just call out uh in the bedroom all out
Percs on the counter
Can't wait to take 'em, blunts on the counter
Can't wait to face it
Bad lil' b!tch yeah she be my favorite
All my songs they all on the playlists
I don't really know how to say it but I'ma say it
I don't really know if she take it but she can take it
I won't slow it down unless I'm in the matrix
Presidential brain that b!tch like Sarah Palin
Here it go
I'm not the same nigga that I was a year ago
Thank god every day for this a miracle
In a trap house singing niggas spirituals yeah
And Jemima, best believe I'm in the trap goin' entry lining
Pull up on 'em with the Rollie that's perfect timing
And I guess that means that the stars aligning
Uh guns sing like Cece Winans
Change sh!t just like the climate
Sit back in my seat reclining
I call that sh!t perfect timing
I'm in another country getting new money
My money act depression is blue money
Feeling like I had depression I was blue or something
Until I smoked a pack and then I blew it somethin' uh uh
Listen to the way that I flow on this sh!t is off the top like a wave cap
Pull up on the scene you get knocked like the base back
Put the Mac 11 bullet where your f*cking face at
Eating good cocaine on a placemat
And that's what a b!tch put her face at
Eating good cocaine on a placemat
And that's what a b!tch put her face at
OK, one last?
Yeah, let's do it