not allowed (Remix)

(I love you, I love you)

(chorus)
Yo, look
She told me that she got a man but I still hit bro how that work? (yea how that work nigga)
All of that yappin yous a fan you talkin shit it's not gon hurt (it's not gon hurt nigga)
Matty Boys on the fit, spent like $600 onna shirt (like $600 onna shirt), phew
Roll up a 3.5 and spark it up, no heart I park it up (park it up nigga)
I had that shit in the car I tried the key this shit not startin up (not startin up)
I gotta cool down I be poppin my shit I just gotta charge it up (charge it up nigga)
Yea I can't feel my face I feel like The Weekend, Cali strain I be tweakin (tweakin)
Dukes she gotta be proud, bro I be seein the clouds (seein the clouds)
Only hang with specific niggas all them goofy niggas not allowed (not allowed)

(Blackedy)
I gotta kick the spliff I think I'm smokin too damn much (too damn clutch)
Made the shot I'm too damn clutch (too damn clutch)
Play this shit different like two hand touch (two hand touch)
Nigga this shit took time but ain't no rushin, fine shit I got her blushin (got her blushin)
She get nasty so disgustin fake ass chain yo shit shit is rustin (yo shit is rustin)
I can't take you serious fine lil shit she feelin my pants she get to so damn curious (so damn curious)
She like me mysterious, full ride nigga but I gotta bag
Please don't think I'm just a goof, off that paxk I can't even function nigga I'm higher than the roof (higher than the roof)

(Your Stepdad)
Yea, yea yea
Bad bitch slit her wrist yea, tell her to spill her truth (truth)
I got shooters you try springs, aim at your neck don't speak your truth (shit!)
Tryna point when he in the crowd, head tap nigga like duck, duck, goose
Blood gon shed it look like mild sauce niggas turnin yo tears to juice
Said that you rich and to us we still ain't get no proof (no cap)
Just cause you down bad all the switchin up no excuse
I was fuckin wit minute maids when my brodie dem died I was noose (shit!)
She was my mini bae till the Xanax fried her loose
No bap, fuck that milf my black all boost
Yea yea yea
Lightweight nigga I'm fucked up off this booze
Yea yea
I'm not yo dad bitch yea, tell me the truth
Yea yea
I'm scarin the hoes cause I keep feelin the flu
She told me that she gotta man I treat that nigga like Kirk yea
Yea, stepdad shit, black shit