Andy Savage & 1shot - Nonchalant

I'm getting money out the bank, hopping off a plane; smoking dank
I'm nonchalant with this shit; Boujee bitch smoking wood tips, riding dick
She don't reply unless you leave a tip, ya dig?
That door charge ain't really buying you shit
and you never get that back just like the time that you spent
I swear to God this fucking life is like a comedy skit
I swear this God really put my fucking mind to the test
I need to smoke me something good, so now its some for a sesh
I'm over all this boring news; put a S on my chest
I'm up and coming for you villains, you next..
I'm kicking in that red door to the duplex; yo who next?
I'm bout to flex on you fuckboys
If imma let out 1Shot; you finna run for it
Go hit the back door, you boys too fucking slow
Watch me teeter hoes; she bout to leave you tho
I only gotta tell you once that if she gon' leave
She ain't never gon' come back homie
I only do what i love, and thats this bitch named Mary
She don't fuck with sticks and seeds
I'm higher than usual
I just come cruisin' through
People take a look at me they say
I don't know what to do with you
One of a kind; keep that bullshit off of my mind yeah
Don't be looking my way bruh unless you got some of that paper
I don't fuck around boy i do this shit all day, yeah
All nonchalant like always
Caught miss Mary chilling in the hallway, Yup!
I only gotta tell you once that if she gon' leave
She ain't never gon' come back homie
I only do what i love, and thats this bitch named Mary
She don't fuck with sticks and seeds

Written by:
Andy Savage, Jared Stewart

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