It’s me again

(Part 1)
I think she wanna say something
I think she wanna say something
I think she wanna say something

This the type of shit I play with my day one
Shorty tripping man, I know she sees her day coming
Being real bae, I think we gotta fake something
She getting silent, I think she wanna say something
Dump truck shorty gotta weigh something
I was hella down, now I got my cake up
I’d trade a 9 to 5 for a pay-cut
Black owned vehicle, they’ll uh-uh
Black owned vehicle, they’ll race us
I got it from my dad, he taught me patience
Niggas won’t greet me but they hatе us
Greenhouse gas price went hеlla up
My bitch’s ass, hella up
Bank account looking like it’s hella up
Threw a party in the living room with hella cups
D cup, C cup, I’m trying to be something
Niggas came with more niggas man that’s hella sus
Gas tank on E, I don’t give a fuck
That’s profanity, I don’t give a F
Know I been a G, nothing more nothing less
She looking through my phone, I’m chatting with success
Missed calls, so you know I ain’t getting pressed
Fuck the clout, fuck the fame, fuck the press
I’m just trying to chill with my day childhood friends

This the type of shit I play with my day one
Shorty tripping man, I know she sees her day coming
Being real bae, I think we gotta fake something
She getting silent, I think she wanna say something
Dump truck shorty gotta weigh something
I was hella down, now I got my cake up
I’d trade a 9 to 5 for a pay-cut
Black owned vehicle, they’ll uh-uh

(Part 2)
Put your basketball jersey on
I told my girl I gotta get my James Worthy on
I spoke highly of myself and you ain’t heard me uh
You know what we do to goats, make goat curry uh
Spin the block in a Citroen, it’s a Citroën
This my intro song, get my intros in
I took off her thong, I went Sisqo blonde
I put cum on her face and I can’t hold on
Yeah I can’t hold on, can’t hold on
Can’t hold on for dear life
Every single day I wake up, I ain’t got no wife
If it wasn’t for corona, couldn’t be no wipes
If it wasn’t the Corolla, could’ve been the Honda Civic, CR-V
Niggas got AIDS, still can’t fuck with me with no ARVs or the contraceptives
Check the POV, in the stu I’m cooking up, heat up the POT
I’m rapping like Yeezy when he met the HOV
Gotta get ‘em out the kitchen if they can’t stand heat
I’m misunderstood, I know these hoes can’t stand me
Yeah they can’t stand us
Remember walking around, I used to catch that bus
Now I ride around town, I’m trying to bust this nut
She finna bust some head
And these songs I’m playing finna bust some heads
And this dosidos, it finna bust some heads
And my bro he broke, I’m finna break this bread
Finna get him fed but I’m not no snitch
And I’m not no rat, I cannot go flip
I could never give my homies to the system, you dig?
She gon’ suck on the dick on the edge of the bed
Got me sitting here, thinking to myself like “it’s lit”

Oh oh oh, could you see yourself giving in to the pits of love?
I said, Oh oh oh, do you see yourself giving in?
You did it to yourself baby and I couldn’t imagine what was going to happen
You want to go to heaven with me and I could show you what to believe in
Show you what you couldn’t see

Put your basketball jersey on
I told my girl I gotta get my James Worthy on
I spoke highly of myself and you ain’t heard me uh
You know what we do to goats, make goat curry uh
Spin the block in a Citroen, it’s a Citroën
This my intro song, get my intros in
I took off her thong, I went Sisqo blonde
I put cum on her face and I can’t hold on
Yeah I can’t hold on, can’t hold on
Can’t hold on for dear life