[Chorus: Not Klyde]
Ye, ye, ye
Lurkin in the garden tryna tempt me hey
Baby please, do not test my whitney, hey
Whitney
Lightin up the dms with the addy
They ain't realize I’m way too up the beam, up the beam
Lurkin in the desert with the heater, bup, bup, bup
Walkin' in my purpose till my feet hurt, hey
Catch me off the line
It get messy
Baby please, do not test my Whitney
Test my Whitney
[Verse 1: Aklesso]
Yo don’t go thеre with me you know this witness ain't chеap
Why you all up in my business, got my own LLC
Got these demons on me that want to see me six feet
I’m just telling how I feel, you know you sow what you reap
Ok Bando, shawty want my ransom not just 'cause I’m handsome
Watch me get my bands up
Promise on me Whitney can’t be in the club like 50
Got not time for chillin till I got Richard Millie
These kids ain't got no feelings they walk around with artillery
Goin' take a lot to end me I walk ‘round with the trinity
Got presidential flow I can’t go out like Kennedy
I ain't got no ceilings, I feel I’m like Wheezy yeah
Not alone yeah, got wifey back at home yeah
Shawty hit me phone yea connected never roam yea
And I got my brothers keep me solid to the bone yea
Don’t come around to tempt me my Whitney on swoll Yeah you know that uh-uh
Ye, ye, ye
Lurkin in the garden tryna tempt me hey
Baby please, do not test my whitney, hey
Whitney
Lightin up the dms with the addy
They ain't realize I’m way too up the beam, up the beam
Lurkin in the desert with the heater, bup, bup, bup
Walkin' in my purpose till my feet hurt, hey
Catch me off the line
It get messy
Baby please, do not test my Whitney
Test my Whitney
[Verse 1: Aklesso]
Yo don’t go thеre with me you know this witness ain't chеap
Why you all up in my business, got my own LLC
Got these demons on me that want to see me six feet
I’m just telling how I feel, you know you sow what you reap
Ok Bando, shawty want my ransom not just 'cause I’m handsome
Watch me get my bands up
Promise on me Whitney can’t be in the club like 50
Got not time for chillin till I got Richard Millie
These kids ain't got no feelings they walk around with artillery
Goin' take a lot to end me I walk ‘round with the trinity
Got presidential flow I can’t go out like Kennedy
I ain't got no ceilings, I feel I’m like Wheezy yeah
Not alone yeah, got wifey back at home yeah
Shawty hit me phone yea connected never roam yea
And I got my brothers keep me solid to the bone yea
Don’t come around to tempt me my Whitney on swoll Yeah you know that uh-uh
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