07 MELLO

[Intro]
(Twenty thousand)
(Get off, June)
(BRVDO, BRVDO, BRVDO)
Ah

[Verse]
I'm lookin' at this lean, how the fuck I fall in love with you? (How)
You can't trust a nigga just because he used to thug with you (Uh-huh)
Might pay your ass to get away from me, I don't hug bitches (What?)
Why you ball so hard? 'Cause I made it out the mud, nigga (Yeah)
I get big checks, we in MIA havin' rich sex
All that talkin', put him on the news, turn his ass to Flex
I used to get a ninety kit a week, damn, I miss Lex (Ooh)
Go through my phone, it's all money and some missed texts
I see you tryin' real hard to be, but I been that (Stop it)
Touch me and it's a casualty, ain't no spin back
I used to sell cases, nothin' less than a ten-pack (Swear)
Got bored and went to the bank, "Give me ten stacks" (Come on)
Percs kickin' in, got me feelin' where the itch at (Ooh)
I used to hit the 'Hound, put the pills in my Tic Tacs (Ooh)
The Wock' really gone, damn, I just want my bitch back (Damn)
Told baby, "Ride with me, all you gotta do is kick back" (Come on)
Slae, you in your bag? Naw, nigga, this the get-back (Easy)
It's fallin' out my pants, yeah, I'm totin' four-nick-nack (Fap, fap)
I'm Kobe game four, yeah, I got it, coach, sit back (Chill out)
I fucked him up so bad, he don't know he need his lick back (Hahaha)
Ayy, fifty for the pants, I don't even know the brand (What?)
Takin' pictures everywhere I go, I'm gettin' used to fans (Come on)
2017, I was in Raf, never wore no Vans (Uh-uh)
Wavy Navy, we immortal, free Boob out that can (Nigga)
The way she treat a nigga, swear to God, you'd think I'm flawless (Ooh)
I asked what's her friend think about me? Said I'm bossy (Okay)
I thought he was one hundred, he speak on me more than bloggers
I took a Xan', boardin' first class in Lulu joggers (I'm gone)
Exclusive like they've never seen
Ballin' with my braids swingin', man, they think I'm Melo with the fifteen
Shit, I'm barely 5'9", standin' like I'm 6'3" (Nigga)
Call me Tim Donaghy, ain't no bettin' against me
I got a deuce poured now, that's for my nigga compete
I thought niggas was my dogs, but I had to cut the leash
I'm in the mob, I'm a made guy, you got that? Capeesh?
Wanted to try somethin' different, poured the Trish in a peach (Yeah)
St. Michael everywhere, I don't know what to wear (I don't)
I'll leave her where she at before I fake like I care
Any room I walk in, all the bad bitches stare (Yeah)
Twenty-four years of ballin' on these niggas, it ain't fair (It ain't)

[Outro]
Come on
I could teach you niggas somethin', man
Shit easy, you know?
The Godson, nigga