Lyrics
Hold up, get back
I don't fuck with that
I don't fuck with that
I need you to get back
Bullet with lasers
I take my shot
I call my girl up
'Cause she's easy
Man I better round them back with the truth
Throw that back to the 802
Don't wanna film out with gossip round their family
You know about proof
I don't wanna get tied up with the talk in there
That's toxic fumes
Only the realest ones are the kind that I stand up
Then I salute, then I salute
Then I gotta confess what I just said to the whole of the crew
If you're talking nonsense
Then your words get pressed like human fruit
Funny at the start of the year
Nana said there was too much juice
Let me tell them again why I speak only under the lens or I'm in this booth
The game came undone after we stepped in
Talking my shit, I'm a big bad thing
Desperado, I'll take a sip thing
Talking nonsense, she a pivoting
But the roadie in dark light
See how that shit bling
Shine a light, has a light
It's hard to see you in the dark of the night
It's hard to love you where we're going tonight
Written by: Whois Ttra
