In Yo City (Melatonin intro) ft. Bkz Quincy Lyrics

If I tell you my secret, would you keep it

I don't want your love, I don't need it

I got demons in my room,

I damn near swept you off your feet, you tried to hide the broom

Don't act like you love me when you know you don't mean it

Shit been so ugly, but you so damn pretty

I go so far for you, I went the distance

Still ring your line every time I'm in your city

Please don't act saditty, no, not on me

Back & I'm better, doing my thing

Give me crowns, I'm young king,

I'm with a main dame

She gon' scream my name,

I'm with a bitch you know I sling

Hang with the gang, no, you can't hang

Gang, gang, fuck with he claim

She gon' do some strange for a lil' piece of change

Call up a bitch and she gon' do some freaky lil' things

She fuck with me, she fuck with the clique

Ice on my neck, ice on my wrist

Don't get what she want, she have a fit

Bitch, you do not fit in, you know that I'm a misfit

Running like Forrest Gump, run, they don't get it

And if they acting stupid, then you know I'm going dumb

Counting blue money, but I got a green thumb

And if you want smoke, treat his ass like a lung

Make him take a plunge, get wet up

Fuck where you from, throw your set up

Three hoes strong trifecta

Find me the plug, where's Hector

I need me amigo, no, Offset

All cappin in yo rapping

Boy, you need to stop that

I stopped playing sports

But I'm still a prospect,

She been sucking me a hour

Nigga ain't even soft yet,

She fell in love on the seat

Now we got the couch wet

I don't fuck with 12

But these niggas suspect,

I ain't MC Hammer

Boy, they cannot touch this

Hit his bitch one time, then I'm on to the next

If I tell you my secret, would you keep it? I don't want your love, I don't need it

I got demons in my room I damn near swept you off your feet, you tried to hide the broom

Don't act like you love me when you know you don't mean it

Shit been so ugly, but you so damn pretty

I go so far for you, I went the distance

Still ring your line every time I'm in city, yeah

Uh, I'm in your city, where you at?

You ain't been answering your phone

You been reading all my texts, Bitches , why you playin'

Talkin' bout you gon' stop playin' with me

I'm not a kid, I'm not a game,

So why the fuck you playin' with me

You better sit your ass down, hold on, let me grab a seat

You gon' make me smack your ass down, this ain't WWE

Can't be your trick, cause I'm too P,

Don't you forget that, I M P

I don't know what you heard about me

But you can't get a dollar out of me

Can't pop no tags no Birkin, bags, that shit ain't me

Can't be your man, you just a fan, buy a seat

Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P