JERMAINE ft. Fyelow Lyrics

I say

She suck the socks off of my feet

I say that bitch a genius

She like J Cole she gon delete that shit right 'fore I see it

I'm on the road, I stop for gas

I roll a wood & fill it up

My brother like a newborn baby

He got wock in sippy cup

Where that shit at?

Give it up

She say with me she get a rush

Bet she wont make lineup

Aint suckin dick, she gettin Cut

Poppin' off, she think I give a fuck, bitch, I ain't givin' one

You ran your mouth, but you ain't lace your tennis up

You trippin'

I might have her blocked after I hit it

I just need some distance, high as fuck

I'm rollin right now, I feel like Jimi Hendrix

Movin' weight, I got my muscles up, this shit like planet fitness

Movin' wrong, might gotta crop him out

He tryn keep up a image

Bitch can't trick me out my spot, you know I got the street on lock fasho

STB, that bag ain't goin' up no more, it's on the floor

She ain't used to double C, I took that hoe from coast to coast

Double C, I ain't a crip, but I got blue strips, let you know

Once I'm up, these niggas ain't gon' like me, bitch, I thought I told em

Niggas talk too much, that pape ain't long enough if you can fold it

My lil' bro ain't had no motion, made a bag I let him hold it

I might pop out with that tech & throw a flag, I see him holding

Bet not come round actin' sweet, you know this shit get too real

Every time I pop out, got on new kicks like I got a shoe deal

Had to give that hoe to boot, that bitch think she a shoe-in

And she let me trap outside her house might gotta move in