Lyrical Lemonade

[Intro]
(313 Mafia)
Phew
Flrrt, flrrt
(Rocket, you're so full of yourself)

[Verse 1]
Constipated-ass niggas full of shit (Full of shit)
See me with his bitch, boy, you know I hit (You know I hit)
Fuck whoever hating 'cause I'm really lit (Fuck 'em)
Think I'm sweet and I'ma pop your ass like a zit
You ain't got one bit of motion, boy, zip it (Sh)
I ain't even mean to break your heart, let me fix it (Come here)
We be on the same type of time, come and kick it (Come on)
I'ma have them get you just for actin' like you with it (Come here)

[Chorus]
I've been ballin' for a minute, might just need a Gatorade
Diamonds indepеndent, lookin' like Lyrical Lemonadе
Runnin' from some bullets, he thought I was finna run his fade
I got QB vision, niggas thought that I ain't see the play
'Za got me lookin' just like lean, lean
Everybody ball, it's a team thing
Cut into my bitch, like, you need me? (You need me)
I'll get it by myself if it's need be

[Verse 2]
I'll really take his bitch, he be actin' like a ho
I'll really up the stick, watch how everybody go
Send lil' brody on a hit, he like, "Dee, it's on the floor"
You ain't even got a whip, always gotta call your bro
Old broke boy (Lame)
All white buffs, lookin' like some dope, boy (Buffs)
Me and my bitch laughin' at you, you a joke, boy
Stop tryna touch the Glocky, it ain't no toy (Flrrt, watch out, flrrt)
Moon Rock got me on the moon (On the moon)
Couldn't see the whip that I was in, just heard it zoom
Bitch got bomb-ass pussy just like Boom (Shit)
I know he a bitch 'cause he the loudest in the room
You the type of nigga, never take one for the team (Lame)
I'm the type of nigga, really in your bitch dreams (I am)
What type of nigga treat these freak bitches like a queen (The fuck?)
Niggas suckin' dick like the hoes, is that a thing? (Is that a thing?)
Been shittin' on 'em, this ain't nothin' new (This not)
Blue hundreds on me like my favorite color blue
If it was up, that mean it's stuck, so I can't fuck with you (I can't)
Shooter hit him in his top and never leave a clue
I might take a trip to somewhere they could never find me
I can't bring bro around 'cause he might do you slimy
I can't go against the grain, not in my DNA
I might send my bitch to school to be a CNA

[Chorus]
I've been ballin' for a minute, might just need a Gatorade
Diamonds independent, lookin' like Lyrical Lemonade
Runnin' from some bullets, he thought I was finna run his fade
I got QB vision, niggas thought that I ain't see the play
'Za got me lookin' just like lean, lean
Everybody ball, it's a team thing
Cut into my bitch, like, you need me? (You need me)
I'll get it by myself if it's need be (I will)