Most Of The Time ft. MILANEZIE Lyrics

Swag

Yeah

I love you, Terrance

Let's go

Most of the time, a nigga be geekt

I make a play at the end of the street

I'm putting racks in the safe by the end of the week

It's fuck what you say, niggas little to me

You wanna play, you get put in a creek

swag

This little bitch trynna play in the sheets

I got the pack nigga, what do you need

He running track when I pull out the heat

She throw it back when I pull out the, uh

Push start the cat, I don't pull out a key

I pull out them racks, she gon' pull off with me

The shit I put on, it do not come cheap

I'm in the stu cookin' up, just like Bon Appetite

Damn

Most of the time, a nigga be gone

Okay, that's cool, did that shit on my own

I just fucked on the cougar, I think that I'm grown

Okay, yeah cool, my bitch bad to the bone

The way I maneuver, I'm killing you clones

Nigga, you foolish, I won't put you on

She not a tutor, but that lil' bitch giving me dome

I'm counting a check on the way to the next

I get the neck, cause' I don't want the sex

Damn, she upset cause' I don't want the sex

Too many bitches, I don't got a ex

Damn

Too many benji's, I don't got a flex

The way that I'm living, this shit is a mess

I'ma just geek til' I check into heaven

Yeah

I love you, Terrance

Yeah

Most of the time, a nigga be geekt

I make a play at the end of the street

I'm putting racks in the safe by the end of the week

It's fuck what you say, niggas little to me

You wanna play, you get put in a creek

swag

This little bitch trynna play in the sheets

I got the pack nigga, what do you need

He running track when I pull out the heat

She throw it back when I pull out the, uh

Push start the cat, I don't pull out a key

I pull out them racks, she gon' pull off with me

The shit I put on, it do not come cheap

I'm in the stu cookin' up, just like Bon Appetite

Damn

Damn

Damn

Swag

My bitch is a ten, you can't pay your rent

Yeah

Yeah, she came with her friend, they both getting bent

Go, yes

I'm having bands, you having lent

Damn

Damn

you once was my mans, now you a fent

Damn, what the fuck

All of that cash that I spent, i'ma get it again

I'm in that 550 Benz, and i'm gone with the wind

I keep that fye by my side, it's just me and my twin

You don't gotta lie, cause you don't get it in

I can't even lie, man, I don't got no friends

Dead presidents, they get stuffed in my pants

Most of the time, I get high till a nigga can't land

Swag, huh, yeah

I love you, Terrance

Let's go

Most of the time, a nigga be geekt

I make a play at the end of the street

I'm putting racks in the safe by the end of the week

It's fuck what you say, niggas little to me

You wanna play, you get put in a creek

swag

This little bitch trynna play in the sheets

I got the pack nigga, what do you need

He running track when I pull out the heat

She throw it back when I pull out the, uh

Push start the cat, I don't pull out a key

I pull out them racks, she gon' pull off with me

The shit I put on, it do not come cheap

I'm in the stu cookin' up, just like Bon Appetite