You ask what I'm doing
I tell her I'm working
You ask me when I'm finished
I tell you at Four
She doesn't answer
I double text her
She doesn't answer
Hours go by
It's way past later
She hit my line
I cannot answer but I still answer, when I'm recording or out with the guys
Shawtty looks good from her hips to the lips, by the way that she talk she can handle
Her bizz
Every call that she takes is a bag to the bank
Every blunt that she rolls is a blunt to the face
Feeling too blessed to have met her again
Rolling exotic Ls all to the neck
She need some healing
Treat her like my verse, get it right till It's perfect
You could stay the same
There's no reason to change
Matching my energy, high off the frequency waves