DIFFERENT MODE

Who's that peeking through my window You smell exotic in the air soon as the wind blow yeah Ok I'm spazzing on this bitch I'm in my duffle that bigger bag He ain't bout it he hiding under beds with his scary ass That pack keep coming in its in my bag on my way to class Ain't got shit together AMC he just breaking bad And I can see you just a baby boy guess he finna pout And shawty told me you can't f*ck her right he keep slipping out A freak bitch like Blueface when we f*ck I'm her daddy now And R.I.P Paul Walker but these boy steady crashing out And I ain't no mechanic being broke yeah I fix it nigga My gas is like you taking off your hat got you lifting nigga He wanted a QP but I just threw him like fifty nigga And I don't gotta stack my cents no more I ain't fifty niga She say her pussy sweet I won't survive in that Candy Land I made her scream my name in triplets call me Candyman F*ck being friendly I don't f*ck with niggas ain't shaking hands Like young bouls at a family reunion watch me do my dance Yeah ain't no fool me once you can't fool me nigga See me and twin like two G's side by side we like Gucci nigga And we ain't never beefing if it's ever about coochie nigga This bitch ain't give me head I told her ass you just blew me nigga Who's that peeking through my window You smell exotic in the air soon as the wind blow And we turn all that ra-ra shit down decrescendo I hate that niggas really dickeat like that kinfolk Aye in competition with who it's only me, me, I, and I Wish she was my bitch but we could never see eye to eye Shit that's probably cause a nigga six-five Can see me anywhere and still pop on you like bitch surprise And what you doing now stop talking bout what you used to do I used to f*ck your bitch and grip that ass like it's ten to two Anybody sick of me don't give a f*ck get some chicken too Big general he think he moving shit who the f*ck is you Bitch Aint with the weird shit keep it far from me I had to beat the pussy up that shit stole my heart from me It's like we from Bmore we get it cracking don't start dummy Your pockets got a lisp when we speak money yours talk funny