Assumptions, Pt. 2 ft. J. Been Lyrics

Yo

No need to make things

Complicated I'm the one

Reesha on the beat

You know he banging

With them drums

Pa rum pum pum pum

I rep the city where I'm from

Smoking so much hookah

Might have cancer in my lungs

Whole up let me chill

You know the power of the tongue Power of my gang

Can't be hangin with no bums

Money making adding sums

See me ball don't make assumptions See me goin hard cause

Out my life I'm making something

Yo

Put us on the map

I did this for the trap

Shorty ass fat

I just watch her make it clap

Vandjee es phenom i be

Dressed in all black

Never owing money

I got credit on my tab

Legs open all right

Gotta fuck her all night

Put it in her pussy make her stutter Like a motor bike

Full court range

Take the shot up like I'm curry

Don't know who I'm hitting

Cause my vision very blurry

Shout out to lique barnes

We like Cory and Shawn

Gotta chill with these women

I be fucking them raw

My mom want different for me

Gotta learn on my own

If u wanna make it

You just gotta get choose

Givenchy on my toes

I got polo on my clothes

Want a good girl

But love fucking wit these hoes

See a baddie ima shooter

Like a thotty in Aruba

The greatest in my city

Please don't let the haters fool ya

No need to make things

Complicated I'm the one

Reesha on the beat

You know he banging

With them drums

Pa rum pum pum pum

I rep the city where I'm from

Smoking so much hookah

Might have cancer in my lungs

Whole up let me chill

You know the power of the tongue Power of my gang

Can't be hangin with no bums

Money making adding sums

See me ball don't make assumptions See me goin hard cause

J.been nigga

Out my life I'm making something

Im really him nigga

I bought eight figures to the hood

And now we run shit

Cant leave with out it just incase

We got to thump shit

I had the town flooded back when

I would pump shit

Now the pent house got me

Living where the sun hit

My kids kids gon be up

Even they sons lit

Every adlibs for these ducks

On that dumb shit

I told this bitch after we fuck

We having fun bitch

But now she tryna have my seed

Like is you dumb bitch

I been a player had to tell her ease up

Bitches tryna trap a nigga

Now that we up

Big boy status tell them

Niggas to keep up

Free all of them active members

With they feet up

Youngin's pay attention

Whenever they see us no

End they competition bloody red

Seat guts i want smoke

Forever i dont want to peace nothing

All i know is level up

I gotta keep hustling

I make her fall in love

Baby keep busting

I could spot a broke nigga

Baby he struggling

Hit the lincoln tunnel ride around

Weed puffin

Amg pedal to the ground if we rush

She aint on my level so i told her

We nothing

Old bitch fuck my head up

That hoe was disgusting

Focused got my bread up

My homie he cuffed it

Nigga want me dead

But i told him he bluffin

Eight figures running through

These niggas we trucking

Slick niggas tryna get with us

We crush em

Dig up old straps new problems

We dust em

Rarri matte black

Suv seats custom

If its on the map

Best believe we touched it

Lv on the hat

Who designed jeans bussin

Gave it all back

Wasn't tryna keep nothing

Made a bigger stack

I just gotta keep hustling

Yo

No need to make things

Complicated I'm the one

Reesha on the beat

You know he banging

With them drums

Pa rum pum pum pum

I rep the city where I'm from

Smoking so much hookah

Might have cancer in my lungs

Whole up let me chill

You know the power of the tongue Power of my gang

Can't be hangin with no bums

Money making adding sums

See me ball don't make assumptions See me goin hard cause

Out my life I'm making something