[Intro]
(Ayo Rah, you goin' crazy)
[Chorus]
She asked me what I do, I said, "Rap"
She said, "Oh, is that casually?"
"Fuck no, baby I do this like actually"
No Benz yet or a Patek Philippe
Just a boy with a little bit of charm, who plays for his keeps
I'm a dog goin' long for more than fame and the reach (Yuh, I'm a real one)
[Verse 1]
She won't ever do it for no regular
Glidin' through space, through the nebula
Fuck a new whip, fuck a new car
In a space coupe with two broads (Two broads)
These are tip-top dealings, I trust my team bitch
Forget they fake ass feelings, wait till the leaves switch boy
I'll have your bitch employed
Gotta fit for the woman, shoutout to Sigmund Frеud
(Tip-top dealings, I trust my team)
[Chorus]
She askеd me what I do, I said, "Rap"
She said, "Oh, is that casually?"
"Fuck no, baby I do this like actually" (Actually)
No Benz yet or a Patek Philippe
Just a boy with a little bit of charm, who plays for his keeps
I'm a dog goin' long for more than fame and the reach (Yuh, I'm a real one)
[Verse 2]
Made in '95, scoping is a right
Bitches say I'm evil but they still thinkin' I'm fine
Fuck a horoscope, made my own stars align
Fuck a hater bitch, I'll see you later bitch
I need a joint
Now I'm faded bitch, I ain't fuckin' with no girl up on that Jada shit
I'm always on point
Pass the words like data lists, we never flyin' paperless
Forget about the noise (How about we let bygones be bygones, ooh)
[Chorus]
She asked me what I do, I said, "Rap"
She said, "Oh, is that casually?"
"Fuck no, baby I do this like actually" (Actually)
No Benz yet or a Patek Philippe
Just a boy with a little bit of charm, who plays for his keeps
I'm a dog goin' long for more than fame and the reach (Yuh, reach)
[Outro]
She asked me what I do, I said, "Rap"
She said, "Oh, is that casually?"
"Fuck no, baby I do this like actually"
No Benz yet or a Patek Philippe