Poetic Justice

Name me a bitch that I needed She want me to f*ck she feening In the front of the whip two seater Bad lil foreign bitch might breed her Wait She want me to f*ck her to a Drake song Get sturdy when I'm in it to a drill song Same city where Pop and Big from Move work like grandma sold Avon Like look She got a nigga at home she ain't stressing him She wanna be OVN like Finesse and them She had plans with her friends she stopped texting them With a star boy In the hills maybe next weekend I'm from East New York girl Why you even worried bout another nigga I was trying to put you on to game Take you out of queens But you still gon dub a nigga Like damn She want that poetic justice That gangsta that thug shit Ain't no ain't no discussion If he a rapper she fuckin Back shots like shots get to busting You gotta proceed with ah You gotta proceed with caution That's why her ex nigga lost her Now she want a nigga but don't need one She need a real shooter like D1 How much bodies Bout three Sum That's that's some shit we don't speak on Her ass fat with them jeans on Ex running back like a rerun I'll bend his block for no Nah f*ck that Newest drip every season like Got Mike Amiri for the jeans Christian Diors on the feet Fuckin up all the stores Shooting up pieces till they D None of my bitches aint fuccin with her None of her niggas ain't fuckin with me I'm big Meech in these streets She SWV when I'm deep Weak My 90s baby My 90s lady I love your drive You drive me crazy I got you baby Don't forget me baby I been drinking lately I need you to take me Back to them golden days Mama ain't home come over days I'm home alone come over bae Moving grown both under age I was the man until after eight Fucked around stayed out late Ya cropped top jeans high waist My half cap through ya box braids Damn those were them days But I feel like just yesterday On your roof top Bumping this out that boombox Not the same song but the same tune Under the moon Had you in your zone We in the mood My mind blown Then time froze I made the move Like Woah Yea Same city where Pop and Big from Move weight like grandma sold Avon Like look Same city where where Move weight like Like look Yea That gangsta that thug shit Ain't no ain't no discussion OVN shit She want that poetic justice Anytime Anyplace I don't care who's around