Ransom

[Verse 1: Young Deji]
Is it snowing in Houston, baby?
I phone Beyoncé phone
You know I'm a soldier, baby
I can shoot with my sword or my gun
80 baby, under the sun
Don't gotta be serious, we can have some fun
Cops, we never run
Tech, we got them guns
I feel like a champ
I feel like I ran up bitches on the gram
Liking pictures cause I'm handsome
We want more, and then some
That nigga my damb son
She looking so fine, I might hold that shit for ransome

[Chorus: Young Deji]
I don't lie, I don't lie
I don't lie, I don't lie

[Verse 2: Maxo Kream]
I feel like a champ
Her pussy so moist
I just got a cramp
Caught a charlie horse
Found her on the gram
Added her as a friend
Ain't worry bout your man
Bitch, come eat this ham
When it come to persona, my edikit keep drippin
Heard that your nigga be ditchin and trippin
I got me a Glock, that shit come with extentions
In Texas in the trentches, we be crippin
From trappin and stackin to purple cup sippin
Tryna change up my life, so I need me a mistress
Your man be actin so dismissive

[Chorus: Young Deji]
I don't lie, I don't lie
I don't lie, I don't lie