SAID & DONE Lyrics

I hope you understand, baby

I'm finna take my time

If i get a bag im finna freak it

Like when I get a bag, i'm finna fuck it up

Mx-5 thats for the weekends

Call up Jp for the job, he finna get it done

You know I got to it

Im tired falling in love so I shot cupid

The simple life money, weed and some good music

What more you want from me bitch? I cannot supply

The weed I buy, 1 nug is 3.5

Same size as a scope on a AR-9

Just look, im finna take my time

He heard me rapping in the booth, tried to take my rhymes

I dont pop soda, I pop niggas, pop tags, i'm Jp i'm pop culture

I was lion in the dessert, food for vultures

Dodging matata, with Timon and Pumba

I'm used to Trinidad laws, I don't wear camouflage

I stopped eating pork and hog, never fucked with pigs

You let that bitch drive your car, fucked up your rims

I call my bitch Ka'oir cause i keep it Gucci

I do it for my dawgs 2 yeah shoutout Rucci

Nah, nah I don't fuck with Ihop

Extra plate full of ox, im down at 840 first

I was cursed with a gift. But i still make it work

And if this the last straw, im finna spin into gold

Call this my Rumpelstiltskin flow

Aye this year i'm finna Riley Freeman

Last year i had the Guey fro

I Left a message at the tone

It said bitch answer the phone

Cause im always on the road

She don't think I love the hoe

If i get a bag im finna freak it

But when I get a bag she wanna freak it

Like nah, she wanna fuck it up

If I can't win with you, then I'm leaving

Like if I can't win with you then imma drop your number