I just went missin
Grabbed this shawty
From the south
She took me swimming
Paper plates
New dash
Tail fishin
Got a new strap
Think I need a smithin
New pots
Made a mess
Up in the kitchen
I love my new bitch
The other was trippin
If I f*ck with you
You lucky
Now I'm picky
And I'm coolin with some
Shooters so don't tempt me
My nigga Von gon dump
That Tec
I got my semi
I Cut some people
Out my life
They wasn't with me
Might go shopping
Cuz today
I want some fendi
I'm to positive
No I can't ever envy
She asked how much
In my bag
And I said plenty
I just smacked the Auto teller
Told her gimme
And don't be jumpin out your Space
Girl you ain't jimmy
Bitch im Coolin round block
I got it with me
You ain't down to ride
Don't tell me that you with me
And ain't no free work
Boy you better pay me
I put in work
Naw
I can not be lazy
I been jumpin in the stu
On the daily
I watch some niggas
Change up on me
Shit is crazy
I woke up early
I been tryna get my cake up
I hit the clock
And I been trappin
For that Pay stub
I broke some shit Down
And had i to get my Scale out
These niggas watchin On me
Wishin I would bail out
These niggas
Wanna see me down
On me
Nawww
I'm paranoid
On my Q's
And my P's
Y'all
I just be Steppin
Out a couple niggas deep
Daw
Toolied up And we strapped as can be
You run up on me
Pray for him
Not for me
Hollow tips Knock a nigga of his feet
I f*cked up my Gucci's
I been trappin in em
These ain't designer jeans
Im strapped up
In this crysp denim
I'm Gon keep trappin
Till I get my ass get A coupe
My phone been ringing
I been trappin out tha booth
F*ckin up my takes in the Stu
Might play my ringtone
With some auto tune
I get my work In for the low
Yea u know how
I been comin from the north
No I can't go south
And I swear that I'm
So high I can't come down
I just went missin
Grabbed this shawty
From the south
She took me swimming
Paper plates
New dash
Tail fishin
Got a new strap
Think I need a smithin
New pots
Made a mess
Up in the kitchen
I love my new bitch
The other was trippin
If I f*ck with you
You lucky
Now I'm picky
And I'm coolin with some
Shooters so don't tempt me
My nigga Von gon dump
That Tec
I got my semi
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I just went missin
Grabbed this shawty
From the south
She took me swimming
Paper plates
New dash
Tail fishin
Got a new strap
Think I need a smithin
New pots
Made a mess
Up in the kitchen
I love my new bitch
The other was trippin
If I f*ck with you
You lucky
Now I'm picky
And I'm coolin with some
Shooters so don't tempt me
My nigga Von gon dump
That Tec
I got my semi
I Cut some people
Out my life
They wasn't with me
Might go shopping
Cuz today
I want some fendi
I'm to positive
No I can't ever envy
She asked how much
In my bag
And I said plenty
I just smacked the Auto teller
Told her gimme
And don't be jumpin out your Space
Girl you ain't jimmy
Bitch im Coolin round block
I got it with me
You ain't down to ride
Don't tell me that you with me
And ain't no free work
Boy you better pay me
I put in work
Naw
I can not be lazy
I been jumpin in the stu
On the daily
I watch some niggas
Change up on me
Shit is crazy
I woke up early
I been tryna get my cake up
I hit the clock
And I been trappin
For that Pay stub
I broke some shit Down
And had i to get my Scale out
These niggas watchin On me
Wishin I would bail out
These niggas
Wanna see me down
On me
Nawww
I'm paranoid
On my Q's
And my P's
Y'all
I just be Steppin
Out a couple niggas deep
Daw
Toolied up And we strapped as can be
You run up on me
Pray for him
Not for me
Hollow tips Knock a nigga of his feet
I f*cked up my Gucci's
I been trappin in em
These ain't designer jeans
Im strapped up
In this crysp denim
I'm Gon keep trappin
Till I get my ass get A coupe
My phone been ringing
I been trappin out tha booth
F*ckin up my takes in the Stu
Might play my ringtone
With some auto tune
I get my work In for the low
Yea u know how
I been comin from the north
No I can't go south
And I swear that I'm
So high I can't come down
I just went missin
Grabbed this shawty
From the south
She took me swimming
Paper plates
New dash
Tail fishin
Got a new strap
Think I need a smithin
New pots
Made a mess
Up in the kitchen
I love my new bitch
The other was trippin
If I f*ck with you
You lucky
Now I'm picky
And I'm coolin with some
Shooters so don't tempt me
My nigga Von gon dump
That Tec
I got my semi
Grabbed this shawty
From the south
She took me swimming
Paper plates
New dash
Tail fishin
Got a new strap
Think I need a smithin
New pots
Made a mess
Up in the kitchen
I love my new bitch
The other was trippin
If I f*ck with you
You lucky
Now I'm picky
And I'm coolin with some
Shooters so don't tempt me
My nigga Von gon dump
That Tec
I got my semi
I Cut some people
Out my life
They wasn't with me
Might go shopping
Cuz today
I want some fendi
I'm to positive
No I can't ever envy
She asked how much
In my bag
And I said plenty
I just smacked the Auto teller
Told her gimme
And don't be jumpin out your Space
Girl you ain't jimmy
Bitch im Coolin round block
I got it with me
You ain't down to ride
Don't tell me that you with me
And ain't no free work
Boy you better pay me
I put in work
Naw
I can not be lazy
I been jumpin in the stu
On the daily
I watch some niggas
Change up on me
Shit is crazy
I woke up early
I been tryna get my cake up
I hit the clock
And I been trappin
For that Pay stub
I broke some shit Down
And had i to get my Scale out
These niggas watchin On me
Wishin I would bail out
These niggas
Wanna see me down
On me
Nawww
I'm paranoid
On my Q's
And my P's
Y'all
I just be Steppin
Out a couple niggas deep
Daw
Toolied up And we strapped as can be
You run up on me
Pray for him
Not for me
Hollow tips Knock a nigga of his feet
I f*cked up my Gucci's
I been trappin in em
These ain't designer jeans
Im strapped up
In this crysp denim
I'm Gon keep trappin
Till I get my ass get A coupe
My phone been ringing
I been trappin out tha booth
F*ckin up my takes in the Stu
Might play my ringtone
With some auto tune
I get my work In for the low
Yea u know how
I been comin from the north
No I can't go south
And I swear that I'm
So high I can't come down
I just went missin
Grabbed this shawty
From the south
She took me swimming
Paper plates
New dash
Tail fishin
Got a new strap
Think I need a smithin
New pots
Made a mess
Up in the kitchen
I love my new bitch
The other was trippin
If I f*ck with you
You lucky
Now I'm picky
And I'm coolin with some
Shooters so don't tempt me
My nigga Von gon dump
That Tec
I got my semi
Writer: Ben Watt, Tracey Thorn
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Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., Kanjian Music, BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.