Tell Blake I Love Her

Mercy me I feel amazing in these cooled leather seats Tahiti Treat broke down and rolled in a leaf The way I treat a beat From pockets to the topics in my reach it's really too unique Handle roc like Power on the screen Hesi tween, that's a mean pattern Way we ball it look like March Madness I'm swapping status out for cabbage Niggas never had it Somehow they has beens and drive that trash Benz Your last album ass Sent that shit straight to the trash bin Mack World Niggas living in it they all co-dependent Fo's tippin Boughie bitch pose like London Tipton Boy I'm top pen Leave me out that top 10 I'm really not them I left the scene cuz I was feeling boxed in I caught wins and caught wind the game needed me Double E hoopin shorts Praying hands sit square under the Jesus piece Big Ticket Could play for PSG the way I kick it Windows down on the night cruise playing Ice Cube Wicked Iont think I know the bitch baby you gotta be specific You be trippin And look you know wassup with me go head and grant me them three wishes Straight back to it Part of me know niggas got fake shooters Act for the sake of music Who you think you been fooling? That girl you love to me she been a nuisance Keep tryna send her home but she enamored, been begging just to slide, give them puppy eyes she know just what she doing Now she topless and choosing Tryna top but I'm cooling Curved it cuz she's a loser Who am I but just a vessel for player shit Threw salt all on the game but I adjust I'm aware of it Entire the attire might just pose for apparel flicks Won't tag the fit I'm getting too flee I gotta gatekeep this here Let's reprieve for a bit Thinking it's something that you done did Boy it's just Mack that she miss She called it quits and you done had a fit Going through the motions found your way in all her texts Put your thumb over our thread Damn near fainted when you clicked I got the game from Rod Strickland I'm a quiet pioneer Don't need the credit from you niggas, just the cheese for what I did At the show I'm throwing 4s still putting on for where I live Quit that slick talking gossip simp cuz you ain't got the rizz Baby it been a whole verse and I still don't know the bitch You got me sick You can pull me a me on me baby it's flattering forreal