Mr.

Don't look at me like that I'm contemplating on the moment

It's something in the air

I recognize this aroma, it smell like

Gimme everything you got without a commotion

This smile ain't the only thig that captures her focus

I feel like soulja back in the day

I might crank it & hold it

its lowkey creeping up on me

You know that sticky be potent

You know grandmama ain't raise a bitch, she had faith in da boy

You know they still trynna find the scraps to throw hate at ya boy

But I just take the shit to the chin & eat it