F1 Lyrics

Yeah, I had to send him a message

Just so he know I can hear it

That boy ain't gettin' no money, just focus on you

Stop talkin' bout my appearance

Music has been in my genes, that denim you got ain't Amiri

He dumb, he incoherent

Lil bro, why is you dissin'?

Sayin' you hated my shit, but you still listen

Bitch, I be showin' I'm different

I put your hoe into different positions

Music is blarin', it fuck up my hearin'

We gettin' money, the fuck is your mission?

He sendin' smoke, no carbon emission

Stuck in your ways, you ain't got no vision

Think I was talkin' about you, re-listen

I know that main character syndrome hittin'

You just general admission

Walk as a group, you ain't New Edition

Talkin' about you, that's easy pickens

I want me a house with a gate like Nixon

You not a hot boy, you a hothead like Vixen

Nobody know you, not in the spotlight, Pippen

You livin' the same damn day like Groundhog Day, I'm really livin' (uh huh)

Look at my teeth like Chip Skylark that shit be glistenin'

Why you be all in my business?

Yeah, you more worried bout me than makin' some digits

Doin' the same damn shit that him a sentence

You gotta do more than visit

Bounce right back and I'm makin' a bag real quick, bitch

I feel like Porziņģis

My mind racin' like the F1s

Seen them bitches, I just F'd one

Wearin' all white, new pair AF1s

Talkin' about my job, but he ain't got one

Talkin' about my songs, but he ain't got one

Uh-huh

Lil' bitch, I got plenty

Only set, you be reppin' is heavy

Stay in the group of three, I feel like Ed Edd n' Eddy

Get to the sack like Reggie

I be high on life, sometimes I don't need that Medi

80 degrees and I'm cold sweatin'

Yeah, she fuck with Tribe, got "Good Intentions"

Might just Navajo (Nav a hoe)

Ya'll be on a screen all day just like a pick and roll

High school was your prime, you're scared to fall off like it's vertigo

He know he ain't got no flow

He know he ain't got no motion

I'm just countin' bills like Buffalo

You always talkin' bout some shells like Michelangelo

I got the Antidote like Rodeo

I pop fly shit like D-Lone

Pop fly shit like UFO

They surroundin' shit like stereo

Just like Lancey they wan' be Foes (Foux)

Yeah

Bad bitch, Rocky friendship

I might go the distance

And she givin' out that S.N.A.P like government assistance

Yeah, do this by myself, self-substance

Like how my shit sound better, but you had real sessions?

My mind racin' like the F1s

See them bitches, I just F'd one

Wearin' all white, new pair AF1s

Talkin' bout my job, but he ain't got one

Talkin' bout my songs, but he ain't got one

Uh-huh