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Scrolling through the gram, it ain't tell you nothing bout me I just been a product of the shit that's been around me Shawty want a fit, she want the drip, she want the dousing Well, that's just the how it seems Shit, without the crew, I wouldn't be nothing like I'm Goldlink Faiyaz in the booth, just know I'm giving you the whole thing Imma tell the truth up in the music while you post things But like with most things I done finished two steps ahead Y'all been too stressed 'bout this and that Done left that in the past, we can't talk about it Fuck around and cop a new dash, it need some muscle bout it Shawty said I move on too fast, that we could work it out and she don't wanna let go Only gave her reasons like "I said so" So if I catch her creeping on the d-low Then she gon' have to throw it back, that's why I'm wearing retros And I ain't saying no to that, just know I mean it less so Scrolling through the gram, "baby, tell me how you found me" I just won a lotta bit, so y'all can keep from round me Shawty on a trip, ain't nothing quick, she on a Oddysey Something you ought to see Trips out Tulum, bought a plane ticket Something that she can't afford to lose: All the page visits She could go and find something real like it's just something to do I could die on this hill but they might build a tomb on it You want it? A weekend wylin' and she in Miami-Dade and The scholarship she got ain't got no paperwork Really got to will yourself, that's if you wanna chase it The bag is the for the taking, you taking it? Take it from me: act like you had it from the jump I done turned too many rappers to fanatics where I'm from I done seen 'em quit they jobs and eat a beat up for they they lunch That's why they starving, it make for easy cleanup when I'm done Scrolling through the gram, it ain't tell you nothing bout me I just been a product of the shit that's been around me Shawty want a fit, she want the drip, she want the dousing Well, that's just the how it seems Shit, without the crew, I wouldn't be nothing like I'm Goldlink Faiyaz in the booth, just know I'm giving you the whole thing Imma tell the truth up in the music while you post things But like with most things
Writer(s): Jacob Quintana Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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