Product In The System Lyrics

Es tu pecho, se detiene, si algo deja de andar hirviendo por tus venas

Si tu voz en tu boca, se va sin ser palabra

Si tus manos se olvidan de volar, y se duermen

Why the fuck you trippin' on that bitch?, when she ain't lovin' on you

Told that bitch stop callin' my phone, I ain't fuckin' you

Another nigga's princess, is another nigga's slut

If a goofy get a chatten', put his ass up in this blunt

All these bitches say I'm different, bae I know it's my month

I love it how she moves, she be tellin' me to chill

She know how I really get when I be spazzin' off a pill

I don't care if it's takes ten years, I would never sign a deal

Why the fuck she actin' boujee?, she ain't come from steak and lobster's

So much money in my pocket, I don't care how I get McDonald's

Is you single?, single, or do I need to bring my glock?

Do I teach you how to flip?, or you got that shit on lock

Mama tellin' me to chill, sorry mama, I can't stop

Is your ass really real?, cause I swear it feel like a rock

Lil' baby, she ain't interested, I show her ass my glock

Always poppin' out in all black, like I finna walk some down

Baby said that I'm a dog, well baby take me to the pound

Why the fuck you trippin' on that bitch?, when she ain't lovin' on you

Told that bitch stop callin' my phone, I ain't fuckin' you

Another nigga's princess, is another nigga's slut

If a goofy get a chatten', put his ass up in this blunt

All these bitches say I'm different, bae I know it's my month

I love it how she moves, she be tellin' me to chill

She know how I really get when I be spazzin' off a pill

I don't care if it's takes ten years, I would never sign a deal

Is you single?, single, or do I need to bring my glock?

Do I teach you how to flip?, or you got that shit on lock

Mama tellin' me to chill, sorry mama, I can't stop

Is your ass really real?, cause I swear it feel like a rock

Lil' baby, she ain't interested, I show her ass my glock

Always poppin' out in all black, like I finna walk some down

Is you single?, single, or do I need to bring my glock?

Do I teach you how to flip?, or you got that shit on lock

Mama tellin' me to chill, sorry mama, I can't stop

Is your ass really real?, cause I swear it feel like a rock

Lil' baby, she ain't interested, I show her ass my glock

Always poppin' out in all black, like I finna walk some down