Jellyfish Fields
AAAK, Nigga
We was out late night, hoppin' gates Committin' felonies, that's jail time
Bro, want the product out of state, I don't be mailin' crimes
I be scared to walk up to this hoe, she so fine
Hold on, let me to get a sip of my drink
Alright, I'm finna talk to you like I ain't sayin' nothin
Bro, breath stink, I ain't sayin' onions
Why this bitch wanna fuck me for a bag of Funyuns
Told him go ban for ban it ain't addin' up
Doc didn't give me no drink, must've not coughed enough
The plug didn't you me no deals, must've not copped enough
I had to cut into this hoe, I told her, don't you be callin' too much
I had to cut into this hoe like, is you goin' too let me fuck
Niggas can't believe I made it and they still be callin' it luck
I just ain't lettin' him have it, cause I don't be givin' a fuck
I just wanna make music, they tryna make it where I can't do my passion anymore
I fumbled the bag on the girl that lived next door
Little ass boy before you go outside, you gotta do them chores
Let me catch you postin' with a strap that isn't yours
Ima be with all my niggas around me, but Ima be the one to take it from you
My nigga got caught up out of state, so it's fuck you
A nigga think because he known that we are below him
You niggas dick eachother, you might as well jus blow him
I'm finna shoot a movie with this bitch, call it, go film
We was out late night, hoppin' gates Committin' felonies, that's jail time
Bro, want the product out of state, I don't be mailin' crimes
I be scared to walk up to this hoe, she so fine
Hold on, let me to get a sip of my drink
Alright, I'm finna talk to you like I ain't sayin' nothin
Bro, breath stink, I ain't sayin' onions
Why this bitch wanna fuck me for a bag of Funyuns
Told him go ban for ban it ain't addin' up
Doc didn't give me no drink, must've not coughed enough
The plug didn't you me no deals, must've not copped enough
I had to cut into this hoe, I told her, don't you be callin' too much
I had to cut into this hoe like, is you goin' too let me fuck
Niggas can't believe I made it and they still be callin' it luck
I just ain't lettin' him have it, cause I don't be givin' a fuck
I just wanna make music, they tryna make it where I can't do my passion anymore
I fumbled the bag on the girl that lived next door
Little ass boy before you go outside, you gotta do them chores
Let me catch you postin' with a strap that isn't yours
Ima be with all my niggas around me, but Ima be the one to take it from you
My nigga got caught up out of state, so it's fuck you
A nigga think because he known that we are below him
You niggas dick eachother, you might as well jus blow him
I'm finna shoot a movie with this bitch, call it, go film
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Writer(s): Aaa K
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