Tabs (feat. Donnie)

Got a few pounds on me nigga, I been moving up Ain't no tweeting in the studio until the music done I don't even need a gun, my niggas shoot'm up My main shorty like computers, she be bootin' up New whip so stupid and it maneuver dumb F&N grip so big, can't use my thumb Weight ain't even weight now, you get used to tonnes Niggas talk slick wit me and they lose a tongue Say everything wit my chest, sorry to Janet Jackson Don't even hit the zigzag, this a semi 'matic My old shorty slept all day, she a xanny addict I can get your nigga top twisted like candy wrappers Nina staying on my hip boy, we just fanny pack it Donnie might be Johnson how he can handle magic New money meet old money, I do geriatrics Crop top, lil' shorts, big belt— I look very balanced Plate got a bunch of color on it, it's a varied palette In the gym, got a big back and it carry Dallas Niggas try to cross me, momma ain't Mary Magdalene I can disrespect a opp, nigga he get buried backwards You don't get no heads up nigga, just prepare the ratchet We don't even keep tabs, your momma shared the address Ooh, yeah We don't even keep tabs, your momma shared the address We don't even keep tabs, your momma shared the address Donnie You heard it here first