White Jeans Lyrics

What do I call you?

I kinda like Zeno better, Alex

Alex is good too though

I'ma just call you Zeno

You can't be both

Just peep the view

Check it out, how I did it, how I do

Pretty face, need a different one to use

Need a taste, give it to me like it's due

Come on, turn around and see what you mean (to me)

You a nobody, in my head you a fiend

Right down the pole, now she tryna make a scene

She threw it all, rubbin' on my white jeans

Who lookin' at me in the mirror

Bulletproof vest, not the bullet, blame the wearer

Keep a hoe in check, watch me pull it down the river

Sippin' on that black label, soakin' up my liver

Watch that lil' hoe bump it up, sippin' out her double cup

She wearin' her cross, but she actin' like she know what's up

She don't wanna love me, but she told me that she wanna fuck

Had to take her out for her to show me that she one of us

I got a queen in love with me, I'm just flowin' with the flow

Watch her shake it up and down, got her shakin' it for gold

Now they crowdin' all around from every story that I told

What she plannin'? what she see in me? the fuck? I never know

I did another hoe, passed her to my bro

She runnin' up my tab, but I kept that on the low

I unlock the gates, but she feinding for my blow

Passed out on the road, ah

Woah

That bitch playin' too much, that bitch playin' too much for me

Woah

I'm too old for this shit, I'm too old for this shit ah

Woah

I could never ever chase another bitch cause they waitin' on me

Some more

Give it all to me baby like I need it, but I don't (don't)

Just peep the view

Check it out, how I did it, how I do

Pretty face, need a different one to use

Need a taste, give it to me like it's due

Come on, turn around and see what you mean (to me)

You a nobody, in my head you a fiend

Right down the pole, now she tryna make a scene

She threw it all, rubbin' on my white jeans

Said, "do you want it from me?" (that's it OneZeno)

Nah, I don't think it's funny (what you want?)

I can keep you comin' round, know I ain't a dummy

Said she wanna hear the sound, so I flip the money (just like that)

She lookin' lovely though

But now it's time to go

I'm just another hoe (to her)

Like I ain't been up on the road

Shot to the face, bite the bullet, keep it cold

Crash up on the R8, time to get it sold

I ran through the 17, I'm tryna make it home

Told me to touch it for the picture

Stay sippin' drink by the liter

Just peep the view

Check it out, how I did it, how I do

Pretty face, need a different one to use

Need a taste, give it to me like it's due

Come on, turn around and see what you mean (to me)

You a nobody, in my head you a fiend

Ride down the pole, now she tryna make a scene

She threw it all, rubbin' on my white jeans