Caliph - Pilates

I'm with your shorty

Boy I got so much drive she sittin' shotty

Homeboy in the back he got the shotty

Between him and I we catchin' bodies

We catchin' bodies

She do Pilates, I catch a body

You do karate, he catch a body

She do Pilates, I catch a body

You do karate, he catch a body


Where you at?

You send a text, she don't answer, bet you wait for that

She hit you on her own time you quick to take her back

And when she need something boy I bet you pay for that

Boy you a slave for that

Shorty out here pimpin' ni**as

She get her way of what she want from all you simpin' ni**as

Thats cause she know you payin' way too much attention ni**a

It's quite simple ni**a

She don't bring that sh*t to me

Oh that's your girl well she didn't say that sh*t to Liph

She be in my DMs sending private snaps and nasty tings

She a nasty ting

Type to call a ni**a papi ting

Wine pon di cocky ting

Until the party done

No party done

This shit is poppin' son

So she still riding pon di cocky cause

she know I'm cocky son

But she ain't talkin' bout no confidence

She know I'm African

That's why she pop pop and drop it son

Until the party done

And when the party done


I'm with your shorty

Boy I got so much drive she sittin' shotty

Homeboy in the back he got the shotty

Between him and I we catchin' bodies

We catchin' bodies

She do Pilates, I catch a body

You do karate, he catch a body

She do Pilates, I catch a body

You do karate, he catch a body


Where you at?

She send a text, I don't answer, she don't wait for that

She hit my line asking question after question

I got answer after answer

Then it's question after question

After question after question (Ooooh shit)

I'm like hold up!

Where I come from we ain't ever have nothin'

Matter fact what you call nothin' that's what we call somethin' (Somethin')

Tired of struggling suffocating and we huffin' and puffin'

We coming up for air tryna ride I guess that explains all the pumpin' (And the slumpin')

Speaking of slumpin' my mans got locked up cause somebody shot his cousin (Somebody shot his cousin?)

The sh*t pissed him off to the point he got to dumpin'

Riding around with a clip full of prune juice, screaming out deuce, deuce yeah he got to dumpin'

His cousin left a stash for the murderer of the murderer that's Good Will Hunting

Well I'm something, like Matt Damon I'm a genius but don't belong here

No Esméralda I'm bald here like cancer

Cause all I hear is I don't think you can sir like woah woah

And every question got the same God da*n answer like no no

That'll leave a ni**a stuck up on the low low

Well I guess that's post traumatic

When you growing up close to addicts

And you can't get a job, and you can't get a car but your man's selling blow to them addicts

Blaming the system, and you're like do you know what I'll do with your social b**tard

Till you get it for about six months and you don't do a thing... da*n

(Well I'm almost done getting ready can you come get me?)


I'm with your shorty

Boy I got so much drive she sittin' shotty

Homeboy in the back he got the shotty

Between him and I we catchin' bodies

We catchin' bodies

She do Pilates, I catch a body

You do karate, he catch a body

She do Pilates, I catch a body

You do karate, he catch a body

Written by:
Abdourahmane Doumbouya

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