Exxe, Dende - Ur Not My Dad Lyrics

First step lets hit up the clique
Then I gather the gang and we hop in the whip
Sedona and Spectra, Stratus, Fiesta
Focus and Jetta, interior leather
Boy tryna box like Me seeks
Hit a boss hog get the dukes in the precinct
Try g, Six Four palms like Ki king
Me think fuck niggas wrong need to rethink
What you say to me, why you tryna sleep
This a game to me, only play to keep
You got the focus on drugs in the bay
I got the focus on bills on the way
I got the blood of a titan, the bark of a lycan
The bite of a lion, the sun in my eyes
As I ride by appetite right for the fight night
Better stop by might light, with the spark of a dart
And your bro right I might sigh when you high niggas think you my guy
But Dende in the mother fucking cut, these niggas telling me what
I should say and do and how to strut, tell them I don't give a fuck
Eenie meanie miney muff you fuck niggas, book it and bump
Back up at the spot I bust a nut, whip up a hit and I slump
This my braggadocio, maybe think it's time to go
You call me Pinocchio, way that I'm creeping lurking lying low

I don't really fuck with ya attitude
You niggas weak, couldn't even hit me back and dude
It's been a week now I'm getting kinda mad at you
I'm sipping tea nigga, chilling on ya avenue so whats good?
I been with the Kyn in the cut, Living it up, not giving a fuck
Henn and a blunt, got me lit than a mug
Infinite one, got the kids getting buck
Pull up at the spot and we make noise
RIP to Hef, we the new playboys
Ain't too many OG's left these days
Morgan Freeman, Betty White please be safe
With a shawty and I took her out to cheesecake
She don't wanna Uber though she wanna be a cheapskate
I don't really blame her I just really wanna sleep late
Fuck it I can buy it if she pay me by the weekdays
I'm a need a check like a motherfucking sweepstakes
Have a cow, I could turn it into beef steak
Bring the loud, I can pull up with a briefcase
Fuck around with me you ain't finna B K
Have it your way, fuck what you say
Infinite Kyn collec cooking flambe
When we show out we so Cirque du Soleil
You like Ringling Bros and Barnum and Bailey
I'm on on the daily, I'm gone off the wavy
These colors fantastic, this Autumn is crazy
It's hard to contain me, I'm all but fugazi
A part of me hates me but god I'm amazing
If people are talking like none of it phase me
I'm too busy chalking out bodies in pavement
I don't need your Lip I see that your shameless
So if you got comments you probably should save it, yea