Cole Myer & Yung Grady - Don't Save the Date

I can see a ghost up for seven days straight
She texts me pull up to the crib, damn I'm seven minutes late
I fuck this hoe to get my mind out of the same damn place
Feel like Kanye West, do these drugs to run away
I've been trapped inside my mind, I'll do anything to escape
You see me calling out for help, feels like I'm destined to my fate
I've been losing my mind, you play the beat and we relate
Too much on your mind, bitch got too much on her plate
She should go work out inside the gym and lose that fucking weight
I'm a hypocrite, 230 pounds, I'm out of shape
I don't care about my ex at all, don't save the date
I'm taking the ball down the court but I'm blocking his ass, I feel like I'm Dikembe Mutombo
Look at my money, got big as fuck, I got a bag round my shoulder that shit got too jumbo
Hear all this shit they be talking, I got ears in this bitch, I be looking like Dumbo
I am a one-man army, in this bitch gotta carry a strap and I'm going commando
And if it's a two-man, carry Cole Myer and he got a bulletproof vest like he Rambo
go to Miami, but I saw an opp and I'm tracking his ass so I go to Orlando
I got a Charger, I need a big truck, swerving his ass when I'm in Durango
I made it happen, this my campaign
I really won, but I didn't have a plan though
I've been working seven days straight, I'm a workaholic
I've been off the damn drink, feeling like an alcoholic
Need some Bobby Johnson, call up Lil Shottz, he trapoholic (Give me that pressure)
Get me in the ring, that boy be hugging, that boy try be Stalin
I'ma knock his ass out in the first round (Bitch)
20 seconds in and that boy be on the ground (Little boy)
It's a TKO, his breath don't even make a sound
If we talking 'bout the GOATS, we the GOATS of underground
He could weigh a thousand pounds, that boy going down
I can see a ghost up for seven days straight
She texts me pull up to the crib, damn I'm seven minutes late
I fuck this hoe to get my mind out of the same damn place
Feel like Kanye West, do these drugs to run away
I've been trapped inside my mind, I'll do anything to escape
You see me calling out for help, feels like I'm destined to my fate
I've been losing my mind, you play the beat and we relate
Bitch, I'm always tripping off that purple drank, like a Grimace shake
Me and Cole Myer bring sexy back, yeah, we feelin' like Justin Timberlake
Working 10 to 7, get back to work, yeah, you need a 30 minute break
Yeah, she bad as hell, but she toxic, so I said that I made a big mistake
I'm in the Guinness Book Records for the fastest rapper alive
No matter what environment, I'm geeked up or I'm fried
How I just went to a ten when I was just a five
Probably cause I sell out shows and I turn up when I'm live

Written by:
Cole Myer, Yung Grady

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