[Intro: YN Jay]
(Enrgy made this one)
Enrgy, why you do that man?
Always doin' somethin' man
[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Reflection, I thought I saw myself but it was really you
I be talkin' to myself, like is it really you?
Jump fly on the plane, but I really flew
Nigga thought he had some zaza, it was really doo
Xanny looked white in the dark, it was really blue
Let me fuck you good tonight, like what you finna do?
Man I'll make your top drop, like a missing roof
I be cookin' in the kitchen, smell like chicken soup
Hold on
Nigga thought I hit his main bitch, but it was (Ahhh!)
Nigga thought I hit his main bitch, but it was really Lou
I just dropped all my old hoes, all my bitches new
How the fuck you pull up with a, and you (Ahhh!)
How the fuck you pull up with a, and you forget to shoot?
How do niggas diе in the streets? Cause they forgеt the rules
Left the crib with a knot of sloppy 20s, I forget the blues
Every day all I do is win, I forget to lose
I ain't trippin' on these groupie bitches, they gon pick and choose
I don't know what I'ma wear today, you can pick my shoes
I don't know what I'ma shoot today, you can pick my tool (Hold on)
(Enrgy made this one)
Enrgy, why you do that man?
Always doin' somethin' man
[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Reflection, I thought I saw myself but it was really you
I be talkin' to myself, like is it really you?
Jump fly on the plane, but I really flew
Nigga thought he had some zaza, it was really doo
Xanny looked white in the dark, it was really blue
Let me fuck you good tonight, like what you finna do?
Man I'll make your top drop, like a missing roof
I be cookin' in the kitchen, smell like chicken soup
Hold on
Nigga thought I hit his main bitch, but it was (Ahhh!)
Nigga thought I hit his main bitch, but it was really Lou
I just dropped all my old hoes, all my bitches new
How the fuck you pull up with a, and you (Ahhh!)
How the fuck you pull up with a, and you forget to shoot?
How do niggas diе in the streets? Cause they forgеt the rules
Left the crib with a knot of sloppy 20s, I forget the blues
Every day all I do is win, I forget to lose
I ain't trippin' on these groupie bitches, they gon pick and choose
I don't know what I'ma wear today, you can pick my shoes
I don't know what I'ma shoot today, you can pick my tool (Hold on)
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