Topic (feat. Test)

Just fell in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi she bringin' a party So be on your top with her Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience I got a nigga that be there in Harlem and I got a rapper lil' boo from the Bronx And them niggas be walkin' straight past each other and don't even know that they really be bonding We cannot share the same goal if we can't share a wallet You bitches gon' do what you told I'm doin' whatever to them for the paper to win And these bitches be pussy like Doja Send for that kitty like come a lil closer Said it before and I thought that I told you Not for the frontal that cappin' is bogus Beefing forever, I never get closure Bitches gon' tell you whatever to make you feel better I'm one of the worst when I speak It's really up with whoever, I'm never indebted Y'all later then overdue fees Let's really see who be steppin', I'm on a new level They trippin' like laces on feet Tellin' em codes with the name, he can only tell gang shit, it only be Ka'doe to me Just fell in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi She bringin' the party, so be on your top with her Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience Just fell in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi She bringin' the party, so be on your top with her Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience Reason or not, I'ma still stunt Tell em to put all they bands on the forefront When I came and I left, he was still nuttin' He was in me and still hard to feel somethin' Damn near zero to me, that's a failed subject Not my speed or degree, it's a cold summer Gotta wait for dessert, I'm a slow cummer Gotta keep me in heat keep the stove running They don't stand up for you, do gymnastics for me And it really don't take too much askin' on G I was playin' the back, now they back up on D Cause I'm crackin' like pop in a pot in the grease They was short on the change, so I'm out of they reach So come ride on this wave, it take more than a feet I ain't thinkin' bout' age, I'm thinkin' bout' cheese Nigga finna probably die in a week Just in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi She bringin' the party, so be on your top with her Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience Just in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi She bringin' the party, so be on your top with her Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience Call me Test, but nigga, bet not test shit We sendin' them shots, I ain't sendin' no messages Nigga, she can get real, but shit can get hectic I'm callin' these plays, feelin' like 'Ron Leftwich Chasin' that shit, man, that shit be pathetic You want some smoke in the air, nigga, come and get cancer I'm poppin' that bitch like I opened a fanta I'm droppin' that dick and I really do damage Just in love with a hottie, bitch tote Bacardi She bringin' the party, so be on your top with her Get to the point, you ain't talkin' money You missin' the topic, you losin' your audience