Dark Web ft. Boochini George Lyrics

I can never tell

I'm treating you just like 12

Jumped off the porch

I was eleven

Am I going to hell or going to heaven

If she hold it down

I'mma bless her well

I'm bigger than an 80 on the scale

My geeker smoke ya for a seven

I ain't tryna give these bitches leverage

The whole frequency changing when I step in

Can't give you a minute or a second

I was made for the game man it was destined

You that nigga I didn't get the message

Every time that you see me, it's perfection

If I could, I would change it for the better

Little bitch said I'm famous, it's whatever

I've been fly, I just came to get my feathers

Hey, cut the bitch off, had a dead her

Hoes on my line like bill collectors

Said she wasn't fucking with Maverick

But she pulling up to the crib, now she fucking with Maverick

Turn a good girl to a slut and a savage

Had to flood the wrist with a couple of carrots

You could be stuck in the hood or up in a palace

Every time she see me, she say, that's my daddy, uh

I ain't tryna give these bitches no leverage

I ain't tryna give these bitches no data

I ain't tryna give these bitches nada

I ain't tryna give them no data, nah nah

I ain't tryna give these little bitches like nada

I ain't tryna give these bitches no data, yeah, yeah

I can never tell

I'm treating you just like 12

Jumped off the porch

I was eleven

Am I going to hell or going to heaven

If she hold it down

I'mma bless her well

I'm bigger than a 80 on the scale

My geeker smoke ya for a seven

I ain't tryna give these bitches leverage

I ain't tryna give a bitch leverage

I ain't tryna give her no data

I ain't tryna give her no average

Young nigga, yeah, and I'm paid up, I'm paid up

Yeah, if my leg broken, still chasing that paper

Put 10 toes down, then I came up, fuck the game up

She a cover girl aint no makeup Shake niggas for designer

She just might go and play them All for designer

Ayy, little bitch, don't come play me huh Better wear your safety belt

Any time you gon' be around the Chini, might as well

Watch yourself and watch your step Bitch, you better watch your tone

I'm pimp on the gang, I'm pimp on the track I'm pinned to the throne

I gotta get in the zone Money calling, better pick up the phone

My bitch is back to the bone She give me the bag, then I'm gone

She give me the bag and I'm gone I do her wrong and I'm wrong

I might just skate off, hit the playoff And I'm back in the morning

Back in the morning, back in the business Yeah, I'm hitting the hit list

I guess I just did her wrong Guess I'm back on the shit list, hey

I can never tell

I'm treating you just like 12

Jumped off the porch

I was eleven

Am I going to hell or going to heaven

If she hold it down

I'mma bless her well

I'm bigger than an 80 on the scale

My geeker smoke ya for a seven

I ain't tryna give these bitches leverage