Just Sayin’

I want Hadid, Bella-enciaga
Bitch, I need a beat, if I bless it, it's a honor
Big gun in these jeans, if I blow it, you're a goner
Got the hoe of my dreams, fuck different hoes every Summer
Got to hold yo' own, nigga
Better hold that piece, boy
Drop dead on the phone
Drop dead in the street, boy
Why she alone? Could be with me, boy
Go check the door, think they lookin' for me, boy, but I been lookin' for-
She's a Carolina 10 but a Malibu 6
Puffin' Malibu spliffs
Blow that yen on the chain and some zootiez at The Ritz
Watch how that Calico blitz

I'm just sayin', how many times you got took out?
How many timеs they ain't pay it?
How many crimes in the south? How many linеs til' somebody save her?
How many lies to get to the truth of what you're sayin'?
Tell me, how many lives got to be ruined, saved and taken?
I just been geeked, I don't ever do lines
In the street with a Caliber .9
I'm in Magic with 50 lil' signs
I got used to hundreds hittin' high
I got used to bundles in my eye
If you lose it, you're dunno (Dunno)
Can't let 'em press me or my size
Won't let 'em press me, on my guys
Nascar whip with a top floor bitch on rockstar shit, top 5
Pop my shit, I pop my shit on a broke nigga flexin' on live
Might go & buy the Bentayga, inside red, outside slime
Fuck body shots, don't hit the leg, bring me the head, I get you lined
Pretty hoe won't me leave, won't leave me 'lone, won't let me lie
The Tesi won't let me drive, put it in auto and watch it fly
And I bet I let the Tec hit necks, I bet that muhfucka die
I spend a ben, spin a Benz, S8 my ride
Bitch!, I was sellin' chicken & some birds
I was real life outside, geekin', what's the word?
I say, this that south side geek shit, fuck 'bout what you've heard
Everyday just like the 15th and the 1st

I want Hadid, Bella-enciaga
Bitch, I need a beat, if I bless it, it's a honor
Big gun in these jeans, if I blow it, you're a goner
Got the hoe of my dreams, fuck different hoes every Summer
Got to hold yo' own, nigga
Better hold that piece, boy
Drop dead on the phone
Drop dead in the street, boy
Why she alone? Could be with me, boy
Go check the door, think they lookin' for me, boy, but I been lookin' for Jesus
Blow that yen on the chain and some zootiez at The Ritz
Watch how that Calico blitz
I'm just sayin'