Small Things ft. Keeta Lyrics

(She ain't poppin' out unless I tell her to)

(Twenty-two )

It's the small things

Fuck that text, baby I want you to call me

I hop out that LAC CTS, I feel like Dolly

I wanna know, wanna know, that you want me

Okay, so why you stalling?

Why you stallin' let' go

Make some bands on the road

I've been gone for some days and I want let you know

That you're still on my mind when I'm gone at the show

I'm on in two hours but still call me when your home

White girls at the show they call me pretty

I don't want them, I wear Issy

I rock Prada, why you crying at the bottom

You so bad and I want you just to know it that I want you

If they try you, they ain't gonna

Got that Glock, it go boom

You the baddest in the room

I'm the highest in the room

We a fire ass duo

We could never ever lose

Talking down on the gang, send the duo, send the troops

You be so down bad you'se a sorry little dude

You'se a sorry little dude

I pull out that strap and tell that pussy bitch move

Getting to that bag, yeah, getting to that loot

In that fucking Cadillac, yeah, four door coupe

It's the small things

Fuck that text, baby I want you to call me

I hop out that LAC CTS, I feel like Dolly

I wanna know, wanna know, that you want me

Okay, so why you stalling?

Why you stallin'? Let' go

Make some bands on the road

I've been gone for some days and I want let you know

That your still on my mind when I'm gone at the show

I'm on in two hours but still call me when your home

Only thing on my mind

Tryna to see you tonight

I don't even wanna be rude bae, I'm just trynna pipe

Like girl you got me cheesing, when you telling me goodnight

All my friends tell me leave, I just tell them they ain't right, yeah

I just tell them they ain't right

Pop out put with that five, five, five

Pop out with that pipe

Yeah, make that little boy say good night, yeah

Aye, we ain't putting up a fight, let' go