Josh D. - Yeah (feat. AK)
Yeah, I just spent a check
I don't like to brag, but you know that I'm the best
Your girl heard my music now she wanna be your ex
He wanna join the gang, had to put him to the test
Yeah, I just got a check
She don't wanna brag, I tell her she suck it the best
Fucking on these hoes, still motherfuck my ex
Ambulance coming, guess he didn't pass the test
We putting gas in rotation
Fuck it, let's switch up locations
Switch up the bitch if that bitch think I'm playing
I send that bitch to go get information
No Netflix, but I done seen strangers things
No way out, but a nigga went and paved a way
I'm a player bitch, I can't help but play the game
Once I see you do some creep shit, it won't be the same
I'm keeping shit fresh like Ziploc
Shit was game over from tip off
I just fucked a bitch, no Rich The Kid, I don't lip lock
You paid for the feature, that's a rip off
No casino, a lil' nigga dealing
Fuck his bitch now the lil' nigga all in his feelings
Was fucking on his bitch, she Brazilian
No Wayne, but this coupe got No Ceilings
Just fucked on your bitch, talking easy shit
Tell a nigga stop with all the reaching shit
Shit so vivid, Stevie Wonder even seeing this
If a bitch act ungrateful, I'm a leave the bitch
He say it's up, had some nigga put him under
If I teach you anything, don't tell a bitch you love her
Boy, you don't run shit, lil' nigga, you a runner
And if that bitch ain't a ten, I promise I won't fuck her, damn
Yeah, I just spent a check
I don't like to brag, but you know that I'm the best
Your girl heard my music now she wanna be your ex
He wanna join the gang, had to put him to the test
Yeah, I just got a check
She don't wanna brag, I tell her she suck it the best
Fucking on these hoes, still motherfuck my ex
Ambulance coming, guess he didn't pass the test
Don't fuck with us cause we coming for the whole clan
Gotta count to ten just to find out where my toes at
Walk inside the function like, where the fuck the hoes at
I ain't have to ask like, baby where your clothes at
Big ass loving, big gas smoking motherfucker
I got big bags, running laps around these motherfuckers
Like a lot of cash, I keep adding in them motherfuckers
When I get to spazzing, I be clapping at them motherfuckers
I can't fuck with you if you fucking with the police
Always masked up like someone owe me
Bitch, you smoking mid, but I'm smoking on the OG
She say, bae I love you, hoe please
We was down bad, bad, bad, ain't no way out
It got ra, ra, ra, ra when it spray out
Josh don't give a fuck, unless it's about the pay out
Just told K he had to go and get the K out
Dripping wet, head, chest, legs, knees, socks
Dripping wet, necklace tennis, AP watch
Make a left I just think I seen a couple cops
Wrong neighborhood, now we shooting at the opps
I don't need a shorty, my hoes do what they gonna do
No security cause we keep them tools
Blackjack, 21, red and black, ooh
In a mink coat, four stars, eating goose
Written by:
ALEXANDER BENJAMIN RICHBOURG, FRANCISCO PIMENTAL, JAMES JONES, JEAN CLAUDE OLIVIER, ROBERT DICKS, SAMUEL J BARNES
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