CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Pier 7.
Yea, fresh off the jet...straight from Frisco, you already know what it is...
Look, I got n***as on the fence like they run from police
How this n***a so hard if he ain’t from the streets
Bought a place in the game I ain’t paying a lease
b*t*h I’m a pit bull begging you let go of the leash
Cause after that I eat, some mo' come, repeat
100 miles still running boy I smell defeat
No pun intended but these boys ain’t got no soul
Wearing all this fake gold but ain’t got no goals
Damnnn, if you ain’t got it, you ain’t got it
The theory is simple, if you ain’t poppin', you ain’t poppin'
n***as looking for thе plug but ain’t tryna be the socket
You n***as tryna comе up off of another mans pocket but sh*t
That’s just some sh*t that I had to address
Bench pressing flow, had to get it off of my chest
Every time they throw shots, verses on the contest
All these hating n***as foul, let this song be the ref
But sh*t I’m too distracted by this girls accent
Shawty never backs down, i’m tryna blow her back in
Plus she know a n***a doing numbers like the stats man
So she wanna eat a n***a up like Mrs Pac-Man
And if you say I didn’t hit it best, then you capping
And if you faking them moans then you should try acting baby
It's like you get me every time
I'm looking at ya body and ya got me hypnotized
To no surprise shawty asking me to come through
And like coins in the couch I always fall through
Plus her momma ain't at home so its all cool
So I hit it all day until we both snooze
And its no news that only I can hit that
Yo ex call, but you know that that you ain't gonna call back
So just call me when you stressed, you know I can fix that
And hey, so tell me is you wit that...look, so tell me is you wit that
I text ya phone baby did you get that
Huh, cause you know you miss that, and in that, then you know I hit back
Look, I got n***as on the fence like they run from police
How this n***a so hard if he ain’t from the streets
Bought a place in the game I ain’t paying a lease
b*t*h I’m a pit bull begging you let go of the leash
Cause after that I eat, some mo' come, repeat
100 miles still running boy I smell defeat
No pun intended but these boys ain’t got no soul
Wearing all this fake gold but ain’t got no goals
Damnnn, if you ain’t got it, you ain’t got it
The theory is simple, if you ain’t poppin', you ain’t poppin'
n***as looking for thе plug but ain’t tryna be the socket
You n***as tryna comе up off of another mans pocket but sh*t
That’s just some sh*t that I had to address
Bench pressing flow, had to get it off of my chest
Every time they throw shots, verses on the contest
All these hating n***as foul, let this song be the ref
But sh*t I’m too distracted by this girls accent
Shawty never backs down, i’m tryna blow her back in
Plus she know a n***a doing numbers like the stats man
So she wanna eat a n***a up like Mrs Pac-Man
And if you say I didn’t hit it best, then you capping
And if you faking them moans then you should try acting baby
It's like you get me every time
I'm looking at ya body and ya got me hypnotized
To no surprise shawty asking me to come through
And like coins in the couch I always fall through
Plus her momma ain't at home so its all cool
So I hit it all day until we both snooze
And its no news that only I can hit that
Yo ex call, but you know that that you ain't gonna call back
So just call me when you stressed, you know I can fix that
And hey, so tell me is you wit that...look, so tell me is you wit that
I text ya phone baby did you get that
Huh, cause you know you miss that, and in that, then you know I hit back
