Guccitheft:
I'm not your boyfriend
You're just a girl who I fuck on the weekends
You're just a bitch who I text we like close friends
You're just a girl and I know that it won't last
I'm not your boyfriend
I'm not your boyfriend
I'm not your boyfriend
I'm not your boyfriend
You're just a girl who I fuck on the weekends
You're just a bitch who I text we like close friends
You're just a girl and I know that it won't last
You're just a girl who I text when it's dark out
You're not my bitch and you know I don't want no parts
You're just a girl who I link to get my rocks off
We are not no couple we not locked
No, we not locked
No, we not locked
Count up don't know nun else
Yea keep the racks to myself
Yea keep it close to my chest
Yea you would squander the wealth
Yea you would beef bout tail
Shi, I like beef oh well
Yeah my niggas pulled up gave em hell
Yeah whole team dropping shells
Yeah my niggas pulled up gave em hell
Yeah whole team dropping shells
Yeah whole team makin' sales
Yeah yea we smoke top shelf
Yea yea my niggas out on bail
Yeah yea yo niggas in jail
I stay fly like a bird wid it
Yeah I'm pretty like a girl innit
Shoot my shots yea I chirp bitches
She put on my fav track just to do the splits
Lotion:
I don’t care what you say I’m overruling
I got your bitch on my dick you know she drooling
Kicking back in the crib big coolin'
You got no funds oh my god who u fooling?
This a new phone, bitch who dis?
You better hold onto your life you might lose it
I gotta move on, put my foot in
You know I go far, i'm not losing
You not on par you can’t do this
This nigga dumb, he an oaf he a doofus
I rip her heart oh my god feeling ruthless
The words don’t hurt and you know that they’re useless
Steady thinking can I do this
Can I do it on my own can I prove this?
I’m not from here, i'm not human
Said the blocks hot, I know it's boomin'
Me and money go together like the fusion
Slow it down, please don’t jump to conclusions
I wanna drive said ill hop in let’s go
It took a minute but I found my own flow
Hella pretty but I don’t got no hoes
See your bitch in the back smoking dope
They call my name asking for me like the pope
Need the bread said I need the whole loaf
Like a seed ima spout ima grow
All black said I drip like a crow
Put my money in a line in a row
Lemme switch up my flow...
Ima stomp out his yard
Keep it up, never let down your guard
You see my heart filled with scars
They’ll make you who you are