lørdsev. Lyrics

Yah, yah, yeah, yah

Grahams

Hm

Pick of the litter

Couldn't pick it better

(Nah)

Fuck is you telling?

Pray to the heavens

A product of sinning

That pussy you selling

(Sell it)

Skinny pimping bitch, them others is jealous

(They jealous)

Tryna throw shade, we stand under umbrellas

(Uh)

I've been getting to this cheddar

Lactose as fuck, but I'm still dealing, and getting this feta

Grabbing this cheese, in Paree

Perico selling

(Woah, woah)

Oh no that ain't me

Caught her man slipping

But she slide to me (Woah, woah)

Mm

I've been fishing

For bitches

Across seven seas

Women catch feelings, when i swim up in em

(Ah)

Looking for nemo?

Nah, I need my keys ho

Running the race, never losing the lead though

Eye to the money, music, I tend to C-Notes

(Woah)

I run them numbers up

Been feeling so extra

Try whipping a tesla

(Uh)

Not tryna impress her

Bitch I'm the man my ego on mega

Feel like I'm next up

Tired of you niggas, like bitches that's fed up

(Tired)

Ditching my last love

But I'm never looking for past stuff

Mask off in the future

Why she always wanting my presence

Wrapping it up before christmas

No second guessing

Niggas be pressing

Testing

About my math

Know that I'm prepping

(Prep it)

Come from the trenches

Deeper than six

My nigga it's seven

Bagging up grams, my bro the extension

(Bagging up grams, my bro the extension)

Mask off like I'm future

Baby I might be off a Percocet

(Woah woah)

She sent me a message

The text read

She just wants perfect sex

(Yah yah)

I pray to the heavens that she bless me with the best intellect

(Woah woah)

A nigga come through with that clean cut

But she leave a messy mess

(Ah ah)

Mask off like I'm future

Baby I might be off a Percocet

She sent me a message

The text read

She just wants perfect sex