Situationship ft. Quan Hunxho Lyrics

Big J stay in my lane, I don't wanna talk today

I turn her up, look in her eyes, see smile on her face

I'm poppin' his noggin , she think I play with that talking

She wanna up, get slutted out, I grab her ass for being naughty

I'm talkin' runnin' or walkin', they go from walkin' to runnin

I say come over here shawty, I heard she nervous, she duckin

She lookin' good when she bummin', no matter what she wanna top me

I got her doin' what I want and she won't never get off me

Now but listen, need you to hear me when I be talking

Passing me the blunt when I'm with the gang, we be coughin

One of my main homies was on the call with a raw bitch

We gon' end the call for now, she be callin' back, he like, oh shit

Catch us on the other side vibin', we be the topic

I be feelin' shit up in my head, they see my smile droppin

You gon' be okay at the end of the day, your heart be throbbin

For that single girl that I done lost again, we never stoppin

Listen, we bout to need me a anthem

Derealization like a cartoon, be like old Danny Phantom

And they gon' understand vocabulary like I'm a master

And every time before I fall asleep, I pray like a pastor

Feel like a pastor, your ho be thinkin' I'm handsome

Half of them be up on my dick, I just crave love, send attraction

Oh baby, I just wanna kiss her, just a one night stand

I'm wonderin' if we could fuck around and just stay as friends for one

I've been through so much, I had to learn me a lesson

And if you try to play with gang, we get him blessed like a reverend

Don't know why he speak on my name, he see the blood that I step in

Had to nickname my chopper, Nike, by the way, it's gon' test

Ayy, me and JMS, that's a SOS

If you try playin' with me again, that chopper hit his chest

See, I been on the road with my lil' pastor, tryin' to get him blessed

Fuck with us, you dyin', nigga, nothin' more and nothin' less

Like damn, I get some bands, I stack them straight to the ceiling

And if he ever try to play with you, he ain't raisin' his children

I spit some heat up on a beat and that's a personal healin

I ain't got no feelings, and if he try to play, then my gang turn into some gremlins

Damn, me and JMS, we gon' slide the best, and if he try to play, we got some chops

And we gon' blow the race

Like I might have to slide down below the whistle like a fucking ref

And if he try to play with me again, then we cut off his neck

Like damn, like I'm tryna hit at the bitch, both seats hoppin' out deep in the whip

Like he try to play, he get hit with a blick, on God, nigga, got hit with a switch

He try to play with the gang, and I put it on God, that nigga ain't raisin' his kid

He try to play with the gang, and I put it on God, I might just go slow to the brim

Yeah, since we doin' shout-outs, shout-out Quan my gang

These motherfuckers keep on talkin', all these rappers the same

I could go switch down the flows, motherfuckers switch lanes

These motherfuckers just be talkin', I don't relate to the fame

On God, on God, I hope you know I did it

These motherfuckers still talkin', but that is the way it is

And when I hurt you, I said shit, oh shit

Put it in my head to never trip about relationships