[Part I]
[Verse]
She said she don't need a lot, just a lil' bit
She gon' call me handy man how I'm drillin' it
I thought that she was celibate
Now we fuckin' on the low and I ain't tellin' shit, I don't mention it
Face card, told that bitch my name was Jake from State Farm
I don't pop pills, baby, I don't do the Wockhardt
Good heart, when she shakin' ass, it make my cock hard
Don't call me a drill rapper, I prefer a rockstar
Knock, knock, bae, I'm at your door with my forty
She said, "Why you stressin', nigga? You was just ignorin' me"
Girl, your nigga corny, just call me when you horny
Damn, she said she wish that it was more of me
I said, "I wish it's more of you
But if it was, then I probably wouldn't make a move"
I'm in the stu', girl, my process is impeccable
Likе, check the views, nigga, who thеy really listen to?
Nigga, me and you
She said her bag is [?] 'fore she go on any trip
I thought she was a dime, but she be on some penny shit
I pulled up in a Caddy, don't know what Suburban is
I hate the streets, I wish that we was all suburban kids
But fuck it, make a order, got my thirty servin' shit
Girl, I don't want your love, but thank you for your services
I been through way too much, and that shit hurt me permanent, like
Big bro pass the keys, but that don't mean I'm swervin' it
I used to hate my life, but then I turned it into this, uh
Turned into glitter glam, catch him lackin', whack his mans
She make it clap without no hands, I started rap and got some bands
Uh, them niggas fake, don't need no friends
[Verse]
She said she don't need a lot, just a lil' bit
She gon' call me handy man how I'm drillin' it
I thought that she was celibate
Now we fuckin' on the low and I ain't tellin' shit, I don't mention it
Face card, told that bitch my name was Jake from State Farm
I don't pop pills, baby, I don't do the Wockhardt
Good heart, when she shakin' ass, it make my cock hard
Don't call me a drill rapper, I prefer a rockstar
Knock, knock, bae, I'm at your door with my forty
She said, "Why you stressin', nigga? You was just ignorin' me"
Girl, your nigga corny, just call me when you horny
Damn, she said she wish that it was more of me
I said, "I wish it's more of you
But if it was, then I probably wouldn't make a move"
I'm in the stu', girl, my process is impeccable
Likе, check the views, nigga, who thеy really listen to?
Nigga, me and you
She said her bag is [?] 'fore she go on any trip
I thought she was a dime, but she be on some penny shit
I pulled up in a Caddy, don't know what Suburban is
I hate the streets, I wish that we was all suburban kids
But fuck it, make a order, got my thirty servin' shit
Girl, I don't want your love, but thank you for your services
I been through way too much, and that shit hurt me permanent, like
Big bro pass the keys, but that don't mean I'm swervin' it
I used to hate my life, but then I turned it into this, uh
Turned into glitter glam, catch him lackin', whack his mans
She make it clap without no hands, I started rap and got some bands
Uh, them niggas fake, don't need no friends
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