Stay (feat. Cari P)

Questions I'm always asked, before I throw on my bag Tank empty but ian never low on tha gas 6 in tha front ian never smoking no 6lack I know it's potent relax, And Niggas always stealin' tha steez I been a joker so I always got a trick up my sleeve I'm good a poker When I poke her, she ion't think ima leave And then I ghost her She kept askin' me to stay to much She ain't love me til I bald thats how Ye screwed up Yea Still kicking it tha way I do Ian never met a bitch I need I can't say I do They think I fought in UFC I make these shorties submit Ima need like 80 thousand for I call it legit Shorty screamed and then left out I guess she callin' it quits Yea Breakin' bars Shorties online they thinkin' I'm makin' calls Told her I'm tha plug for me she might take a charge Killin' pussy my only crime and I'm still at large Kill a pussy and do that time I can't take that loss Bro gon' knock you off Ima mutha fuggin' boss Talkin' bout she prego, All this mutha fuggin' sauce And I stay in polo ian never wore Lacoste Yea Now she thinkin' I'm boujee Fugg I look like rappin' on a track what I do to tha coochie Niggas always talkin' but it's cap they ain't gettin' no coochie Niggas say they do it to tha max I'm just thinkin' they goofy Tryina show out in concert Stackin' til I pull up in a Bentley, like fonzworth Stack until it's bout a quarter mil in my moms purse Been pulling up that's before the gym You know the vert crazy I been above the rim Success always fueled my tank you can ask slim Naw don't ask slim Shit I been rolling like the rolling 60's If I ever need to po up Flee po up with me I've been searching for this money and it showed up quickly Evidently I been out the gutter She ask me for protection but I been outta rubbers She asked for my favorite move so I gave her a stunner She said remember who I am before she go undercover I remember baby I swear my life is legit I turned 50 to 100 Rack for rack then you quit Turned a mustang to a foreign Ain't no way I'm the shit You turned a zip to a eighth, And ain't make no proft I keep flexing on these niggas you can tell by steez We always taking niggas bitches so they calling us thieves Told shorty she a rat and I can tell by her weave Ok get the f*ck out that's how I tell them to leave Every time you see me in the club t'd up Catch me on a off day counting feet up You ain't really in the field nigga put yo cleats up I fucked yo bitch in car and told her push the seat up Thought I was done but I'm back rapping Told my daddy I can't stop until I see a different tax bracket Been making money but I need mo Cleaned my plate now I need yours Yea, 4