Lemons Lyrics

I'm going to pick up the bag I'm going to run to the finish

I don't want your bitch because I already hit it

I'm working, yeah stacking a mil is my mission

You play with the boy then you coming up missing

I'm with your bitch, and I'm not a dentist

But I'm in her mouth yeah more deep than a sentence

If it's about money you know that I'm in it

If I'm in the race then you know I'm going win it

Life gave me lemons, ain't talking no Bennett

I grew up in the street, you know I been in it

That bitch is so bad I don't know where to finish

She hate when I leave but she love when I visit

I'm pushing them weights, yeah I'm all about my fitness

And there can't be no crime if there ain't no witness

And they so disturbed going down with the sickness

In my hood you can't major in nothing but business

I'ma let the beat talk for me

Or I'ma let the heat talk for me, I'm in the back seat with a fan she horny

Because I'm talking my shit, they can't ignore me

I prefer to chase a bag, I don't do this normally

So tell me what happened I'll be with you shortly

You fuck with my squad then I'm banging this .40

I'ma call her an Uber, I'll call her a cab

But one thing I won't do I still won't call her back

I'll do anything just to give me the advantage

I took what you had because you took it for granted

My diamonds so wet like they come from Atlantis

I'm up on the moon looking down at the planet

Said, Bongobirch, I ain't know you was romantic

I'm talking in cursive and walking in slanted