STADELE

I seen niggas ain't here for the code They so cold they melt at the stove Showing their cards and I swear they fold K can't stop till it's all rose gold I never run off in told Niggas be snitching, type face, bold You ain't even wait to go sell your soul Collectible All that fake shit don't make you delectable Niggas wanna be Chef Choice She eat me, leave her mouth moist She said, K, I love your voice I roll a good one for my team I'm in the sky, smoke all blue dream This is a high top, I'm not Keem Niggas just smoking on regular I leave dick in her jugular She so funny, waist snatch Ride dick like a bunny She my honey, boo, leave her so sticky She ride me like SSX Tricky Bitch, I'm funny, I'm not Lil Dicky But, we can go and make a movie Sing to her like I'm Toosie Roll, roll it up, she bad and bougie F*ck fucking like she just a groupie Now, now she wanna make a group scene Niggas want beef, make em lean Heat pressed souls, let it steam Pink pesto, diamond gleam She sucked me out my jeans I seen niggas ain't here for the code They so cold they melt at the stove Talkin' bout whips, you ain't even drove Niggas so icy, my heart cold These niggas couldn't even rhyme right Think I got stuck at the limelight She fuckin' right at the sunset She don't want Nike, she want checks Victory slightly with combat I am no mortal, remind that I knock his armor divine crack I never lost it, but I'm back I had to, I had to go and define that Like dictionary Takin' photos like it's Pictionary Please retire man, it's gettin' scary How many duds can you drop? Don't drop the soap in the box I like to soak in the box I eat it up like gelato Meat in the middle like tacos That was a gift it's not yours I got the game wrapped its not yours You blow a check on zappos We gettin' rich to the top I move her legs like a clock She climbin' up like a stock That pussy wet like a dock, dot Dummy Yeah, I see niggas ain't here for the code They so cold they melt at the stove That boy speakin', where is his glow It's lookin' real low I can't feel it, hoe Niggas talkin' bout they the real astronauts We the real astronauts, nigga We from the Tune All the glory