(JJ, what you tellin' me, fam?)
(R14)
Look, yo
Next drop we get, we gotta drop it, f*ck this tit-for-tattin'
She's unemployed, but got a talent, suckin' dick in traffic
The trigger sensitive, might go off even if you tap it
It turns her on when I'm behind, I grab her hair and drag it
Got more than a couple bitches stressin' me
My users never listen when I tell them, "Don't be textin' me"
Beatin' 'round the bush, I know you just wanna have sex with me
When I was broke, I had no hope, and now she's got interest in me
Need someone's mumzy tearin' up
I spend way too much Rondos on Dior and I don't wear enough
You've been trappin' for ten years and you still ain't on no squarin' up
My shooters in the party, piss me off and watch 'em air it up
Right or wrong, he doesn't care, so fair enough
Your music call the T-house, I got clientele
My youngin might just take your watch, he don't know how to buy and sell
DIY, I DIM the worker, hit the line myself, I don't know
Who's really got me? I guess time will tell, I don't know
One time I thought 'bout dickin' down a paigon ho
Next time I'm in Dubai, not gonna lie, I'm doin' eight and O
Told my jeweler, "Keep the white, I'll add some more and take the rose"
I flick her in the club and change my mind and then not take her home
She ask me, "Why?" I don't know
Police askin' questions 'bout some firearms, but I don't know
AP or the Skelly, 'cause I like them both, I don't know
How comes you never rid back when I bopped you? Don't say, "I don't know"
She said, "What do you want from me?" But I don't know
If you're talkin' opp block, you can't say that I don't go
This song ain't for the radio, you think you know my ratio
Them diamonds in your watch are trash, don't bring that bust down next to mine
If my hitter goes to jail, you already know who's next in line
If I never hit, she wouldn't press out when I press, "Decline"
I've only got a couple guys from the number next to five
NXM slipped, probably be the next to die
Have his mummy wishin' she went back in time and gave her son a better life
On God, got love for all my niggas, but I watch my homies
You say you're real, I've heard that hella times, you gotta show me
And when I put my knife in him, felt like I won a trophy
I'm from the 6, I bought my gun before I copped a Rollie
Industry, but I'm still in the streets
And when the beef be cookin', f*ck his block
I'm at his front door like it's trick-or-treat
Stop tryna argue, give me jaw, that's what a nigga needs
We can't even go Higher without S makin' a nigga bleed
One time I thought 'bout dickin' down a paigon ho
Next time I'm in Dubai, not gonna lie, I'm doin' eight and O
Told my jeweler, "Keep the white, I'll add some more and take the rose"
I flick her in the club and change my mind and then not take her home
She ask me, "Why?" I don't know
Police askin' questions 'bout some firearms, but I don't know
AP or the Skelly, 'cause I like them both, I don't know
How comes you never rid back when I bopped you? Don't say, "I don't know"
She said, "What do you want from me?" but I don't know
(JJ, what you tellin' me, fam?)
(R14)
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(JJ, what you tellin' me, fam?)
(R14)
Look, yo
Next drop we get, we gotta drop it, f*ck this tit-for-tattin'
She's unemployed, but got a talent, suckin' dick in traffic
The trigger sensitive, might go off even if you tap it
It turns her on when I'm behind, I grab her hair and drag it
Got more than a couple bitches stressin' me
My users never listen when I tell them, "Don't be textin' me"
Beatin' 'round the bush, I know you just wanna have sex with me
When I was broke, I had no hope, and now she's got interest in me
Need someone's mumzy tearin' up
I spend way too much Rondos on Dior and I don't wear enough
You've been trappin' for ten years and you still ain't on no squarin' up
My shooters in the party, piss me off and watch 'em air it up
Right or wrong, he doesn't care, so fair enough
Your music call the T-house, I got clientele
My youngin might just take your watch, he don't know how to buy and sell
DIY, I DIM the worker, hit the line myself, I don't know
Who's really got me? I guess time will tell, I don't know
One time I thought 'bout dickin' down a paigon ho
Next time I'm in Dubai, not gonna lie, I'm doin' eight and O
Told my jeweler, "Keep the white, I'll add some more and take the rose"
I flick her in the club and change my mind and then not take her home
She ask me, "Why?" I don't know
Police askin' questions 'bout some firearms, but I don't know
AP or the Skelly, 'cause I like them both, I don't know
How comes you never rid back when I bopped you? Don't say, "I don't know"
She said, "What do you want from me?" But I don't know
If you're talkin' opp block, you can't say that I don't go
This song ain't for the radio, you think you know my ratio
Them diamonds in your watch are trash, don't bring that bust down next to mine
If my hitter goes to jail, you already know who's next in line
If I never hit, she wouldn't press out when I press, "Decline"
I've only got a couple guys from the number next to five
NXM slipped, probably be the next to die
Have his mummy wishin' she went back in time and gave her son a better life
On God, got love for all my niggas, but I watch my homies
You say you're real, I've heard that hella times, you gotta show me
And when I put my knife in him, felt like I won a trophy
I'm from the 6, I bought my gun before I copped a Rollie
Industry, but I'm still in the streets
And when the beef be cookin', f*ck his block
I'm at his front door like it's trick-or-treat
Stop tryna argue, give me jaw, that's what a nigga needs
We can't even go Higher without S makin' a nigga bleed
One time I thought 'bout dickin' down a paigon ho
Next time I'm in Dubai, not gonna lie, I'm doin' eight and O
Told my jeweler, "Keep the white, I'll add some more and take the rose"
I flick her in the club and change my mind and then not take her home
She ask me, "Why?" I don't know
Police askin' questions 'bout some firearms, but I don't know
AP or the Skelly, 'cause I like them both, I don't know
How comes you never rid back when I bopped you? Don't say, "I don't know"
She said, "What do you want from me?" but I don't know
(JJ, what you tellin' me, fam?)
(R14)
(R14)
Look, yo
Next drop we get, we gotta drop it, f*ck this tit-for-tattin'
She's unemployed, but got a talent, suckin' dick in traffic
The trigger sensitive, might go off even if you tap it
It turns her on when I'm behind, I grab her hair and drag it
Got more than a couple bitches stressin' me
My users never listen when I tell them, "Don't be textin' me"
Beatin' 'round the bush, I know you just wanna have sex with me
When I was broke, I had no hope, and now she's got interest in me
Need someone's mumzy tearin' up
I spend way too much Rondos on Dior and I don't wear enough
You've been trappin' for ten years and you still ain't on no squarin' up
My shooters in the party, piss me off and watch 'em air it up
Right or wrong, he doesn't care, so fair enough
Your music call the T-house, I got clientele
My youngin might just take your watch, he don't know how to buy and sell
DIY, I DIM the worker, hit the line myself, I don't know
Who's really got me? I guess time will tell, I don't know
One time I thought 'bout dickin' down a paigon ho
Next time I'm in Dubai, not gonna lie, I'm doin' eight and O
Told my jeweler, "Keep the white, I'll add some more and take the rose"
I flick her in the club and change my mind and then not take her home
She ask me, "Why?" I don't know
Police askin' questions 'bout some firearms, but I don't know
AP or the Skelly, 'cause I like them both, I don't know
How comes you never rid back when I bopped you? Don't say, "I don't know"
She said, "What do you want from me?" But I don't know
If you're talkin' opp block, you can't say that I don't go
This song ain't for the radio, you think you know my ratio
Them diamonds in your watch are trash, don't bring that bust down next to mine
If my hitter goes to jail, you already know who's next in line
If I never hit, she wouldn't press out when I press, "Decline"
I've only got a couple guys from the number next to five
NXM slipped, probably be the next to die
Have his mummy wishin' she went back in time and gave her son a better life
On God, got love for all my niggas, but I watch my homies
You say you're real, I've heard that hella times, you gotta show me
And when I put my knife in him, felt like I won a trophy
I'm from the 6, I bought my gun before I copped a Rollie
Industry, but I'm still in the streets
And when the beef be cookin', f*ck his block
I'm at his front door like it's trick-or-treat
Stop tryna argue, give me jaw, that's what a nigga needs
We can't even go Higher without S makin' a nigga bleed
One time I thought 'bout dickin' down a paigon ho
Next time I'm in Dubai, not gonna lie, I'm doin' eight and O
Told my jeweler, "Keep the white, I'll add some more and take the rose"
I flick her in the club and change my mind and then not take her home
She ask me, "Why?" I don't know
Police askin' questions 'bout some firearms, but I don't know
AP or the Skelly, 'cause I like them both, I don't know
How comes you never rid back when I bopped you? Don't say, "I don't know"
She said, "What do you want from me?" but I don't know
(JJ, what you tellin' me, fam?)
(R14)
Writer: Cian Wright, Jay Duggal
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.