TWN - On Facetime

I can't get caught
No I won't face time
Why this bitch tryna' hit me on Facetime
Put that camera down
Show me that waistline
I'm tryna fuck shawty
I ain't tryna' waste time
Time is money
So you know you cannot waste mine
Backdoor locked lil' nigga
You can't take mine
Try to take mine
Imma hit em' with the fye
Got some hoopers that'll shoot
Just like do or die
Cross the line
That's like playing with your life
Chris Paul, she won't get a ring
Can't be my wife
Crystals all up on my ear might blind your eye
Pistol and it's with a glock it's on my side
I might catch a flight
I might catch a vibe
You don't take risks nigga
That's why you broke for life
4,5,6 I'm getting rich nigga roll the dice
7.62's hit his brain fuck up his mind
Yeah his mental
She be in her feelings
But I'm not sentimental
Only hit her up
When a nigga need that dental
Passenger princess
Top in a rental
I'm on point like stencils
Hello to the kitty like she Oriental
Imma beat the pussy up like instrumental
Hit it from the back she telling me be gentle
Hit it from the back she telling me be gentle
See I'm going up
Got these niggas pissed off
I get straight to it
You just with the big talk
Off the leash you a little one
I'm big dawg
Nah I knew he was a snake
From the second I heard him talk
I could see the fake
2 deep in a v
Me and bro made a play
If it's bout' the cake
I don't give a fuck about the stakes
Green all around me
Nigga had to get a rake
I think I need a wraith
I can't get caught
No I won't face time
Why this bitch tryna' hit me on Facetime
Put that camera down
Show me that waistline
I'm tryna fuck shawty
I ain't tryna' waste time
Time is money
So you know you cannot waste mine
Backdoor locked lil' nigga
You can't take mine
Try to take mine
Imma hit em' with the fye
Got some hoopers that'll shoot
Just like do or die
Give em' suit and tie
What's the difference between niggas
Like you and I
You ain't on my timing
We don't see eye to eye
Evil eye all around
So I scrutinize
Even when I feel low
I just get high, then I rise
She treat me like the prize
I leave she cry
These niggas fake advertise
Don't believe they lies
Say you getting money but you don't
So don't imply
Buffy's on my eyes they see the truth
They analyze
Talking on me ain't wise
I might catch you by surprise
Why the fuck you say you him
You is not that guy
When my pockets getting thin
I just improvise
Lifestyle supersized
I could build a franchise
Got tools like supplies
You won't see the sun rise
Go get you some money nigga
That's my advice
Cash rules everything around change your life
Imma' run it up
I ain't talking exercise
Knew I was a goat
I just had to realize

Written by:
Tyrelle Komepule

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