Why won't she let me in
She know I'm not one of them
Why won't she let me in
She know I'm not one of them And she only love the lifestyle
What do you wanna do
I got a lot of bands, don't do no talking I make the plans, I got her in the mood
You thought she was feeling you Bought her some drinks but I'm in the poon
This lifestyle I'm living, boo I know it feel good, but shit
I'm not attached to you Passengers seat
She feeling like Bonnie Clyde Cause I move a lot of drugs
Love her, a roadrunner Pulling up anytime
Don't do no waiting like waiting the prob Energy matched, she willing to invest
And make us a bigger pot I get a lot, huh, huh
Whole lot of the knifes if it ain't a chop, Trapping all Night
Like flint stones hittin' the V and we kicking rocks
I needa focus on rap, but right now I'm addicted to making guap
It's funding the lifestyle, like why would I stop
Sha'Carri, they praying a nigga rot Tunnel vision, they don't wanna see wins
But guess what, I'm beating all the odds Seamoss got me going for rounds
Ass soft, I like how It bounce Bad bitch, yeah, she do it for clout
Only my girl, love me know she down But you know niggas take it for granted
I'm a rockstar, I'm tryna' just manage Everything I got, God really handy
I'm so grateful, I'm tryna' stay candid Motion wherever we go
Art all over my clothes, gallery My bitch got white toes
Ready take a flight, where should we go
Smell like a couple of O's don't invite us, If I can't smoke
Flamboyant showing out for the hoes Neck, and my wrist is a show
Yeah, yeah, yeah, neck, and my wrist is a show Uh, I cannot give out the loc
Uh, Tinted don't do the fishbowls Uh, exotic is high, not the low
Not politicking can't do broke I was in the field all on my own
Just me and my phone Bitch, I trap night to the morning
Cali pack, got niggas zoning, uh Whenever a problem pop up
You know I'm the one that they calling, uh It was me and Brody 2 deep
P's in the luggage, we use for the toolies Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids been
Stackin' this shit like some loose leaflets
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Why won't she let me in
She know I'm not one of them
Why won't she let me in
She know I'm not one of them And she only love the lifestyle
What do you wanna do
I got a lot of bands, don't do no talking I make the plans, I got her in the mood
You thought she was feeling you Bought her some drinks but I'm in the poon
This lifestyle I'm living, boo I know it feel good, but shit
I'm not attached to you Passengers seat
She feeling like Bonnie Clyde Cause I move a lot of drugs
Love her, a roadrunner Pulling up anytime
Don't do no waiting like waiting the prob Energy matched, she willing to invest
And make us a bigger pot I get a lot, huh, huh
Whole lot of the knifes if it ain't a chop, Trapping all Night
Like flint stones hittin' the V and we kicking rocks
I needa focus on rap, but right now I'm addicted to making guap
It's funding the lifestyle, like why would I stop
Sha'Carri, they praying a nigga rot Tunnel vision, they don't wanna see wins
But guess what, I'm beating all the odds Seamoss got me going for rounds
Ass soft, I like how It bounce Bad bitch, yeah, she do it for clout
Only my girl, love me know she down But you know niggas take it for granted
I'm a rockstar, I'm tryna' just manage Everything I got, God really handy
I'm so grateful, I'm tryna' stay candid Motion wherever we go
Art all over my clothes, gallery My bitch got white toes
Ready take a flight, where should we go
Smell like a couple of O's don't invite us, If I can't smoke
Flamboyant showing out for the hoes Neck, and my wrist is a show
Yeah, yeah, yeah, neck, and my wrist is a show Uh, I cannot give out the loc
Uh, Tinted don't do the fishbowls Uh, exotic is high, not the low
Not politicking can't do broke I was in the field all on my own
Just me and my phone Bitch, I trap night to the morning
Cali pack, got niggas zoning, uh Whenever a problem pop up
You know I'm the one that they calling, uh It was me and Brody 2 deep
P's in the luggage, we use for the toolies Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids been
Stackin' this shit like some loose leaflets
She know I'm not one of them
Why won't she let me in
She know I'm not one of them And she only love the lifestyle
What do you wanna do
I got a lot of bands, don't do no talking I make the plans, I got her in the mood
You thought she was feeling you Bought her some drinks but I'm in the poon
This lifestyle I'm living, boo I know it feel good, but shit
I'm not attached to you Passengers seat
She feeling like Bonnie Clyde Cause I move a lot of drugs
Love her, a roadrunner Pulling up anytime
Don't do no waiting like waiting the prob Energy matched, she willing to invest
And make us a bigger pot I get a lot, huh, huh
Whole lot of the knifes if it ain't a chop, Trapping all Night
Like flint stones hittin' the V and we kicking rocks
I needa focus on rap, but right now I'm addicted to making guap
It's funding the lifestyle, like why would I stop
Sha'Carri, they praying a nigga rot Tunnel vision, they don't wanna see wins
But guess what, I'm beating all the odds Seamoss got me going for rounds
Ass soft, I like how It bounce Bad bitch, yeah, she do it for clout
Only my girl, love me know she down But you know niggas take it for granted
I'm a rockstar, I'm tryna' just manage Everything I got, God really handy
I'm so grateful, I'm tryna' stay candid Motion wherever we go
Art all over my clothes, gallery My bitch got white toes
Ready take a flight, where should we go
Smell like a couple of O's don't invite us, If I can't smoke
Flamboyant showing out for the hoes Neck, and my wrist is a show
Yeah, yeah, yeah, neck, and my wrist is a show Uh, I cannot give out the loc
Uh, Tinted don't do the fishbowls Uh, exotic is high, not the low
Not politicking can't do broke I was in the field all on my own
Just me and my phone Bitch, I trap night to the morning
Cali pack, got niggas zoning, uh Whenever a problem pop up
You know I'm the one that they calling, uh It was me and Brody 2 deep
P's in the luggage, we use for the toolies Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids been
Stackin' this shit like some loose leaflets
Writer: Malik Exantus
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