Some Way
Yeah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, yeah (nah-nah-nah, nah)
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah, yeah (oh)
If I'ma talk, I'ma talk, I'ma keep it real
Me and my boys, and my boys, we will split a pill (oh, yeah)
Noodles and pots in a pot was a nigga meal
Now that we on, that we on, we gon' split a mill'
I take a jet, take a jet when I'm overseas
None of my girls, of my girls gon' get over me
Shout-out to Hawk, shout-out Dooly, shout-out Hennessy (yeah)
Them be my bros, be my bros 'til the death of me (me)
Nobody, nobody know how I really be
I got some bars for a nigga if he wanna see
Dress up your talk if a nigga wanna talk to me
Fuck your phone calls, I don't want apologies (I don't want apologies)
Everyone said, yeah, they said I was gonna peak
Most number ones, number ones in a nigga league
I think your girl, think your girl, fell in love with me
She say my fuck and my tongue game a remedy
Oh, yeah (yeah-yeah)
I just hit a lick and I know you feelin' some way
(Nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah)
I just took that chick, and I know you feelin' some way, oh yeah
She just want a nigga like me, you feelin' some way, way, way (way-way)
She just want a nigga like me, I play no
Way, we got 'em feelin' some way
Way, 'cause you see XO in the place, told her, "Wait"
I gotta get myself together
Yesterday, I spent two thousand on a sweater, way
I think the belts inside the store look better on my waist
I think my nuts look better on her face
This bitch got addicted, all she do was take a taste (take a taste)
Now you gettin' mad because you got replaced (got replaced)
The brown boy and the Starboy on a track (yeah)
Haters gonna say "this shit is wack" (yeah)
I went to the hills straight from the trap (yeah)
I'ma fuck your bitch and give her back (yeah)
She said she pop pills, I told her, "Stop it" (stop it)
Check my little pocket, I got options (options)
I'm the first brown boy to get it poppin' (poppin')
If I say the words, my shooters gonna pop 'em
Oh, yeah (yeah-yeah)
I just hit a lick and I know you feelin' some way
(Nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah)
I just took that chick, and I know you feelin' some way, oh yeah
She just want a nigga like me, you feelin' some way, way, way (way-way)
She just want a nigga like me, I play no games
Nah-nah-nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, yeah (nah-nah-nah, nah)
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah, yeah (oh)
If I'ma talk, I'ma talk, I'ma keep it real
Me and my boys, and my boys, we will split a pill (oh, yeah)
Noodles and pots in a pot was a nigga meal
Now that we on, that we on, we gon' split a mill'
I take a jet, take a jet when I'm overseas
None of my girls, of my girls gon' get over me
Shout-out to Hawk, shout-out Dooly, shout-out Hennessy (yeah)
Them be my bros, be my bros 'til the death of me (me)
Nobody, nobody know how I really be
I got some bars for a nigga if he wanna see
Dress up your talk if a nigga wanna talk to me
Fuck your phone calls, I don't want apologies (I don't want apologies)
Everyone said, yeah, they said I was gonna peak
Most number ones, number ones in a nigga league
I think your girl, think your girl, fell in love with me
She say my fuck and my tongue game a remedy
Oh, yeah (yeah-yeah)
I just hit a lick and I know you feelin' some way
(Nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah)
I just took that chick, and I know you feelin' some way, oh yeah
She just want a nigga like me, you feelin' some way, way, way (way-way)
She just want a nigga like me, I play no
Way, we got 'em feelin' some way
Way, 'cause you see XO in the place, told her, "Wait"
I gotta get myself together
Yesterday, I spent two thousand on a sweater, way
I think the belts inside the store look better on my waist
I think my nuts look better on her face
This bitch got addicted, all she do was take a taste (take a taste)
Now you gettin' mad because you got replaced (got replaced)
The brown boy and the Starboy on a track (yeah)
Haters gonna say "this shit is wack" (yeah)
I went to the hills straight from the trap (yeah)
I'ma fuck your bitch and give her back (yeah)
She said she pop pills, I told her, "Stop it" (stop it)
Check my little pocket, I got options (options)
I'm the first brown boy to get it poppin' (poppin')
If I say the words, my shooters gonna pop 'em
Oh, yeah (yeah-yeah)
I just hit a lick and I know you feelin' some way
(Nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah)
I just took that chick, and I know you feelin' some way, oh yeah
She just want a nigga like me, you feelin' some way, way, way (way-way)
She just want a nigga like me, I play no games
Credits
Writer(s): Abel Tesfaye, Navraj Goraya
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