CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Issa Rae
Uh, ain't change the number, still can't reach me
Only change I'm chasing 3G, channel changing like a TV, too remote to ever see me
Uber back and forth from work, I still got Were-Bear up on repeat
And the fans still in my mentions, over snippets I ain't released
Shao just dropped the ETA
Songs up in the back, I work with n***as I can't even say
Haters give me money off the songs that fans don't even play
Shawty hit my line, I got her wet before she see the waves, tryna be my Issa Rae
House out the city, the farthest from that
Might hit a lap round the yard in the back
Loving this cash, gave my heart to the rack
And the add is like Adam, a garden attached
I make money off rap, I'm a target for that
Get applause and a clap every bar that I snap
When you keep moving forward, it's hard to look back
And the last verse I dropped is too far in the past
I keep on double texting, she came with triple D's
I'm posting on the whip, so every pic's Initial D
And now they f**king with the vision, they ain't see initially
To hit the boof, I need the fee, I can not spit no sh*t for free
Whistle while I whip the work
Eighty five on eighty five, we'll see who hit the limit first
01 when I hit the Earth, better 'fore it's getting worse
Catch a pu**y Twitter lurking, turn him to a missing person, he gon' need some different merch
Kill a chicken, then we send 'em to churches
It's different, we send 'em in hearses
Inumaki, I be spitting in curses
God talkin' with the bushes I'm burnin'
Nodding off to your hooks and your verses
Draw and it's lookin' like curtains
You ain't no pimp, you a simp and a virgin
Young Yay tryna skimp on a purchase
Washed up, get 'em rinsed
Celibate king, I ain't leavin' any prints
You rappin', but I ain't convinced
Watch your six this summertime, call me Vince
Summertime, call me Toro, many arms, call me Goro
Them bullets kickin' like a Burro
We dust 'em up like a Churro
Put 'em underneath the borough
That's where I'm plannin' to leave him
B*t*h can not handle no defense
You switchin' mans with the seasons
Think I'm tryna be a phase, you tweakin'
Geekin', I got bigger things I'm seekin'
Got a lot weighin' me down
You just tryna be a reason
That's an issue, I don't need it
Anger managed, grab a toy and I'm squeezin'
Me and my boys in a meetin'
Eagle on me, finna bow like a deacon
Smoke exotic, Puerto Rican
Mir sipping 'till he Spinnin' Like Mina
F**k with him, we hit it screamin'
Wonder what caliber we boutta feed you
He bite the toy like he teethin', ay!
Only change I'm chasing 3G, channel changing like a TV, too remote to ever see me
Uber back and forth from work, I still got Were-Bear up on repeat
And the fans still in my mentions, over snippets I ain't released
Shao just dropped the ETA
Songs up in the back, I work with n***as I can't even say
Haters give me money off the songs that fans don't even play
Shawty hit my line, I got her wet before she see the waves, tryna be my Issa Rae
House out the city, the farthest from that
Might hit a lap round the yard in the back
Loving this cash, gave my heart to the rack
And the add is like Adam, a garden attached
I make money off rap, I'm a target for that
Get applause and a clap every bar that I snap
When you keep moving forward, it's hard to look back
And the last verse I dropped is too far in the past
I keep on double texting, she came with triple D's
I'm posting on the whip, so every pic's Initial D
And now they f**king with the vision, they ain't see initially
To hit the boof, I need the fee, I can not spit no sh*t for free
Whistle while I whip the work
Eighty five on eighty five, we'll see who hit the limit first
01 when I hit the Earth, better 'fore it's getting worse
Catch a pu**y Twitter lurking, turn him to a missing person, he gon' need some different merch
Kill a chicken, then we send 'em to churches
It's different, we send 'em in hearses
Inumaki, I be spitting in curses
God talkin' with the bushes I'm burnin'
Nodding off to your hooks and your verses
Draw and it's lookin' like curtains
You ain't no pimp, you a simp and a virgin
Young Yay tryna skimp on a purchase
Washed up, get 'em rinsed
Celibate king, I ain't leavin' any prints
You rappin', but I ain't convinced
Watch your six this summertime, call me Vince
Summertime, call me Toro, many arms, call me Goro
Them bullets kickin' like a Burro
We dust 'em up like a Churro
Put 'em underneath the borough
That's where I'm plannin' to leave him
B*t*h can not handle no defense
You switchin' mans with the seasons
Think I'm tryna be a phase, you tweakin'
Geekin', I got bigger things I'm seekin'
Got a lot weighin' me down
You just tryna be a reason
That's an issue, I don't need it
Anger managed, grab a toy and I'm squeezin'
Me and my boys in a meetin'
Eagle on me, finna bow like a deacon
Smoke exotic, Puerto Rican
Mir sipping 'till he Spinnin' Like Mina
F**k with him, we hit it screamin'
Wonder what caliber we boutta feed you
He bite the toy like he teethin', ay!
