No Favors (feat. Jtreyco)

This one she sure she grateful For I told her I'ma sign it to my label Sip it on so her know it ain't maple Got shooters that'll do me that favor I need my women in flavors My uncle said I'm a lover not a player And I need my trees by the acres Could bind that paper like staples That's how it plays, I'ma fill up the highlight reel The way she get sloppy when she pop that pill Ain't nobody doing what I done this year Watch me boo how I walk with no fear I see a real nigga looking in the mirror Late afternoon, I'ma crack the seal Next day air with him back concealed In the kitchen with a pot I got whip appeal No usher but you gotta do it my way So we can get better results Bet I do that, no it ain't my fault Soon as I ignore her she calling me more Soon as I wake up, money on the floor Millie Meals pouring up her ace for the floor She gave me that Snooki on her Jersey Shore Nigga would've thought you was Herman Moore Cause we don't remember you no more Some things you can't afford All this Dior I gotta sport I dropped the wood, I'm paranoid But she ain't never fucked one of my boys My trust run deep into your core Making life easy cause times was hard Missing the people that I lost Sometimes I feel like any day it could happen Outcome would've been different if I saved my reaction Now I stay out the way and I got my paper stacking Legendary status sending waves across the atlas Top plays, I'ma fill up the highlight reel The way she get sloppy when she pop that pill Ain't nobody doing what I done this year Watch me boo how I walk with no fear I see a real nigga looking in the mirror Late afternoon, I'ma crack the seal Next day air with a vacuum seal In the kitchen with a pot I got whip appeal She love what I do to her psyche it improve what I do to her body Best weed she ever smoked with me is biscotti Know you a good girl but you gotta get naughty Twerking all that ass in the party No you can't take a picture in my carties Cause you probably tryna make a nigga mad Stalking all that ass on the gram I like em dark skin like Pam Nigga wanna bag I'ma tax like Sam You been looking for the real baby here I am When she wake up on a Saturday this her jam Wake up miss finally wanna answer her phone Drinking nejo with her friends on the pole FaceTime me when you on the way home You can't get another and it ain't no clone I love it when she give it to me sloppy Every time it seem to just shock me When you get mad why you always wanna block me When I be out why you always tryna clock me Since you got the addy baby then drop it Always thought you be solid Never folding up like a wallet You only see the way you was taught it