Barbershop

Bitches hitting my phone calling they trynna fuck

I ain't never chase a bitch mama told me go get another

Body count look like the lotto she's thinking she was the one

Hit that bitch a couple times and I'm passing her to my brother

Man yo shawty hit my line a lot

I remember I was that lil nigga bussing down a lot

She won't trynna fuck I told my homie tone it down a notch

All my niggas chilling you can catch us posted down the block, we chilling like a Barbershop

Remember them days and then long nights we was trynna get paper

That nigga cool or acting buddy buddy man we boutta pull a caper

I hope he's religious, cuz if he start tripping then he's about to meet his maker