Out The Margin

[Verse 1]
If your figures ain't 4 or 5
Don't bother comin' outside
Don't complain 'bout stress
'Cah your phone ain't pingin' off more than mine
And she tryna be more than wife
Bellin' me more than twice
Speaking on me is a borderline
But niggas keep doing it all the time

[Chorus]
Online she was calling me fine
I'm telling her slide, but she didn't want buck me
Back out the wah wah, tell her "come suck me"
Don't want wahala, tell her "don't touch me"
Back out the guala, run it up monthly
Dolce & Gabbana, put it on comfy
Say "Leo, why you really lovе brush me"
Running up racks in the week, don't rush me

[Verse 2]
Run It- Run it up quickly
I don't answеr calls don't hit me
Camera make my eyes go chinky
4 figures to ice my pinky
If you got a bag for the kid then send it
Say I don't fuck with a man, then I meant it
Kid move mad in the city, like Kendrick
My bad if I got a rapper offended

[Bridge]
Stop all the barking
Trill come fill up the market
Nah, nah girl don't step out the margin
Nah, nah girl get swapped out regardless
Rah, rah Trill come fuck up your arches
Still make bread from the mornin'
Nah, nah still make bread while the other man snorin'
Now it explains why them niggas ain't chartin'

[Verse 3]
Nine bills for the kicks and they light up
Should I cop a size down or a size up
Taking pics on a date, got me tied up
Wanna fuck with a boss, tell her line up
Wanna fuck with a boss, tell her wait there
Calm down, I ain't paying for your fake hair
You're broke, ain't a penny going Mayfair
16 doing deals in the same year
Pain in my heart, can't fill this void
50/50 let's flip this coin
By 2050 it's mainstream noise
But they can't dismiss me, I been this boy
2020 make plenty 20, their pockets empty, big business boy
Love the Benzes, love the Bentley
But fuck the talking, let's bring this toy

[Bridge]
Stop all the barking
Trill come fill up the market
Nah, nah girl don't step out the margin
Nah, nah girl get swapped out regardless
Rah, rah Trill come fuck up your arches
Still make bread from the mornin'
Nah, nah still make bread while the other man snorin'
Now it explains why them niggas ain't chartin'

[Chrous]
Online she was calling me fine
I'm telling her slide, but she didn't want buck me
Back out the wah wah, tell her "come suck me"
Don't want wahala, tell her "don't touch me"
Back out the guala, run it up monthly
Dolce & Gabbana, put it on comfy
Say "Leo, why you really love brush me"
Running up racks in the week, don't rush me