KB The General - Won't Land

I'm so high
Won't land
She be blowing me
But shawty ain't a fan
Said she wanna make some new demands
Told me I should fit her in my plans
Why you always flexing for the gram
Snapping got your phone up in your hand
Say that you been looking for a man
But that ain't how you bout to get a man

That ain't how you bout to get a man
Posting all them pictures
You don't even got a plan
Tryna get some money
Getting naked for the gram
But you ain't make no paper
Cuz nobody give a damn
She just back it up
Not making no cheddar no stacking up
That maybe the reason she mad at us
She see the big bag we wrapping up
We adding up
We counting up
Never catch me napping
I be plotting I be mapping
Out my way to keep on rapping
I be snapping why they lacking
I get pussy like a magnet
I get strapped up cuz I'm packing
Move through water like the captain
She get wet I make it happen
Cheifing we get blasted
She think that this gone make a nigga
Wanna make a family
She sweet for it
Licking on a nigga like some candy
I can handle what she hand me
Cuz she know I'm always handy
Now I'm kinda thinking
That she wanna make her man me
Nah I ain't wit it girl
I hope you got a plan B

I'm so high
Won't land
She be blowing me
But shawty ain't a fan
Said she wanna make some new demands
Told me I should fit her in my plans
Why you always flexing for the gram
Snapping got your phone up in your hand
Say that you been looking for a man
But that ain't how you bout to get a man

Thought you had a man but you don't
You should cook but you won't
You be broke when you stunt
You be acting like you got it
But you really in a slump
You ain't never got no money
Plus you dirty like a bum
Still you always need to get picked up
And never giving no bread up
Your friends mad and they feed up
You better take one for the team
When it's time to give that head up
No handcuff
No bunning you
Tryna have some fun wit you
I wanna do
All that freaky shit when you get comfortable
Post a pic and let me know it's really you
If you knew
I could make you money
Like a pimp would do
You know it's true
Ain't no way to stop it
When I make a move I'm cutting through
Serve em like a pharmaceutical
I got a brand new bag
Always popping tags
Lil mama think she bad
And when you don't take time
To address her she getting mad
I been adding up
And calculating like it's math

I'm so high
Won't land
She be blowing me
But shawty ain't a fan
Said she wanna make some new demands
Told me I should fit her in my plans
Why you always flexing for the gram
Snapping got your phone up in your hand
Say that you been looking for a man
But that ain't how you bout to get a man

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