(Nevaeh)

And I got like 60 shorties on my text line

They say Heaven you up next you in the next line

They might hit me on my phone but I won't answer

So slick so smooth I got the moves I'm like a dancer

And these niggas see me rolling like I'm damn tired

Turn a 20 to a g and she like "Damn Clyde"

I might hit you back to back 'cause I'm a cancer

Young player kill the pussy 'cause he can sir

Get on a roll I'm with it

I'll probably be sober with it

But I can't be sober in it

I feel it was all intended

And baby got me like a shirt

I want to be permanent perms

They want me up there to rehearse

They say Heaven take me to church

But I can't reach all my limits

I'm going ten miles a minute

And I cannot pay for no women

They say Heaven "Why you sinnin'"

A young nigga sinnin' in linen

And I cannot fold I keep winnin'

So now I'm fresh out the playground

So that I can feed all my children

The shit that my gang is all living

Don't remember her name but the face

Before she can talk give me face

I think I'm just going through a faze

I think I'm all out of my mind

I think she might call anytime

I think I might just hit decline

Like I was in Floral Design

Like I was like Lips, Catcher

Got me moving rices

I just wanna fuck so you can cut all of my ties bitch

Don't return my shirt unless you wash that hoe with tide bitch

Looked up at my calendar and had to fuck a pisces

Nutted on her back 'cause she had back pains like I'm Christ bitch

I'm just on some crazy I can really do it right shit

Look right through the hate like I had visors on my eye lids

I don't even slap but I be slappin like it's rice crisps

(Bridge)

They say Heaven Yeroc y'all are on the stage

Can't believe these niggas really getting paid

Never switch up on my gang that shit was lame

I can see it in they eyes these niggas lame

(Yeroc)

If you fuck with me, then you understand my grind

Had to cop a Rollie just to tell the fuckin time

Tick, Tock, man you know that shit don't tick

Hatin' from the crowd but I'm still getting rich

Drivin' fast while I'm zooted

With a bad bitch I recruited

Dress her up in some Louis

While my belt tied to my Trueys

Red and blues every corner

Not my bro's, this ain't Warner

Watch your back, got you cornered

Movin' on movin' forward

Stop the crime, stop the killing

And I'm anxious, for my millions

Swear to God, I'ma get it

Swear to God, not gon' miss it

Young nigga fly I got 'em saying Superman

Cops search my beam just to find some contraband

The zip's at the crib I never drive dirty

Got the shooters waiting for the pass call 'em Curry

NAFWU

We the, mother, fuckin', crew

Started, from the, bottom, who you

Drivin', in that, Maserati Coupe

(Bridge)

They say Heaven Yeroc y'all are on the stage

Can't believe these niggas really getting paid

Never switch up on my gang that shit is lame

I can see it in they eyes these niggas lame