Cam Fetti - Pronouns

(Camaran, can you say hi?)
(Hello)

I'm in that Murakami, fuck boy, get the hell from 'round me
She go down on my junior, got me feeling like Robert Downey
Had to go get floaties 'cause it's too wet, I'm drowning
Niggas wanna go pound for pound, but yo' ho what I be pounding
Fetti always cooking, boy you comfortable, you lounging
Ass clapping like the clap on this beat, love how it's sounding
Love getting them digits up, them numbers up, accounting
Me and gang way up on the scoreboard but fuck, who's counting

We the same, it's been gang, we never gon' switch sides (No)
So many then crashed and burned, is it your turn, you decide (Is it?)
I just hope that you ready, you and Fetti might just collide
Yo' ass couldn't wait, but damn it's too late, fuck it, I tried (Tried)
Walking with yo' chest out, put that shitty pride to the side (Side)
Really holding my demons back, might go jack son outta five (Five)
Shawty sitting at home, ain't doing shit, come catch a vibe (Come on)
But, I ain't boutta come pick you up, yo' ass better go drive

We get it anyway we can, yeah, that's a must (Yeah, that's a must)
He falling right into her hands, he loving the lust (Love, love)
They running up into the spot, no time to fuss (Oh no)
She came up with the whole plan, why would you trust (Why?)
Pockets too heavy and talking is cheap so hush
Know it's a race, but the key is to pace, don't rush (Don't rush, don't rush)
Tell her whatever she wanna hear, she blush (I do)
She said she falling in love with the kid, that's tough (Got damn)

Yungin' stick ain't in the box, lil' boy, you could get jacked (Gimme that)
Feeling bored, I take a trip, I'm boutta go and pack (Let's go)
Go and put a pin wherever I want on the map (Let's go)
Only take one way, I don't know when I'm coming back (I'm gone)
Shoutout to lil' roddy, chase the sack like Warren Sapp (I chase)
Drinking Evamor, I came a long way from that tap (I did)
Almost had a scare, but know I wear, I'm not the pap (I did)
Almost had a scare, but know I wear, I'm not the pappy
Gotta have a strappy when I'm going in (Yeah)
Feel like 94, we mixing juice up with that gin (Snoop)
Rocking 94 'cause I'm supreme, that's what I'm in (Supreme)
I'm done with you thot, put you in the recycle bin (I'm clean)
Niggas wan' be trendy, but they look at me for trends (Ima trendsetter)
Sorry if I'm stepping on your toes, hope I offend (Ima big stepper)
All this drip on me, I still could breathe like I got fins
Don't know what you saying, you want a man, he gon' pretend

We get it anyway we can, yeah that's a must
He falling right into her hands, he loving the lust
They running up into the spot, no time to fuss
She came up with the whole plan, why would you trust
Pockets too heavy and talking is cheap so hush
Know it's a race, but the key is to pace, don't rush
Tell her whatever she wanna hear, she blush
She said she falling in love with the kid, that's tough

Written by:
Camaran Parker

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