Choosing ft. Lil mar 683 Lyrics

Keep that shit low-key, Tay

Mmm, 683, mmm, 683, ayy

I got hard or blow , let me know which one you choosin'

Walkin' around with a drum, who wanna make some music

I really love my heads , my loved ones full of users

I finger the glock, I don't type up on computers

My bitch get to yellin', I got somethin' just to mute her

Glock hold nines , but I put a 8-up in her

Everything about me real, but I got a fake wiener

Just made a firebatch and they ain't talkin' bout no tenders

This shit a lil' dark, I been playin' with the blender

You want a man or a dyke, I be knockin' both genders

Copped a book and some fetty, I just hit it with the mixture

No cams , allowed you want catch me with no pictures

Fucked a homegirl, then I text her, I miss her

No carryin', concealed, but I got a AR pistol

If I got my head swiped, I'll be pissed too

Go get a cop you some fetty, go and see what it can do

Jack on my phone, boy or girl, which one you want

Just tell me where you at, not too much talkin' on the phone

Out of time with my hypes, I ain't leavin' in my zone

Wherever the hell heads at, I call at my home

Riding around by myself, no snitch, I'm alone

He ain't had the front shit, had to pape on my own

Had to pull a couple nighters , just to feed the whole team

SMacking G, every day you can see it in my jeans

got the feens , actin' bad, it's a bitch for this fire batch

All these hoes opp as hell but they still wanna get attached

Bustin' down the pros in the kitchen, where the skills at

Knockin' spinners in the creek, make all that shit come with tax

Yeah, man, this shit too lit

Knockin' spinners down here every day, like I'm Chris

Real lightweight, sippin' on that Trish, make em feel queasy

Hoes wanna fuck, cause they see me mackin' G's

Hoes wanna fuck, because they know I'm up and racked

Stay out here one time, guarantee they comin' back

From the east to the south, to the north, I'm runnin' laps

If you stay to the right, price I don't , care where you at

On my way

Thick light skin on my side, go ahead , call me Jay Z

Still screamin' fucked opps , let's bump heads, we can meet

I ain't talkin' bout the game, when I say I got a five

I'm in a rush, meet me in the back, come outside

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah