Devon Booker
Lyrics
Know I ain’t met you in a long while ay
Ay this is a Trademark production
Yuh
Shawty I ain’t see you in a long while ay
I just want the top
Put the phone down ay
I want to meet when the suns down ay
Take me right back to the summertime ay
I want to be in your zone now ay
Out on your ass
You can throw now ay
So I’ll bring you back to your home now ay
404
That’s where I’m made at
Eastside 47
Bitch that’s where I stay at
That's beef with me
You don’t want to play that
I got the straps with big jeans in the Maybach
Nigga you stupid or something?
The bullets pop out
Now they booking and running
These niggas my sons
Devin Booker or something
Big bro with that bowl like he cooking or something okay
I got a K today
I just made a play today
She went a major way
But this is the major league little shawty
You ain’t ready for the major team little shawty
In the hills with at least a g in my pocket
Think I’m not going to make a scene
Nigga stop it
Christian Dior all on me
She want to feel all on me
Baby back off of me
What’s this life costing me?
I like my bitch all for me
Speaking in tongues pardon me
Don’t be screaming with little regard of me
I'm rolling them bush, RMV
Bitch I got all of these racks in my pocket
But that don’t mean nothing to me
Shawty won’t hop on this mother fucking yacht with the kid
And pack up and go travel the seas
I’m so relentless
I’m never gon’ stop ‘til I’m under the mother fucking gravel of leaves
I want to change the world but if not it’s okay
Imma plant my seeds ay, yuh
Shawty I ain’t see you in a long while ay
I just want the top
Put the phone down ay
I want to meet when the suns down ay
Take me right back to the summertimes ay
I want to be in your zone now ay
Out on your ass
You can throw now ay
So I’ll bring you back to your home now ay
I just be feeling like Cardi, ‘cause these girls ain’t letting me be
I can not wait for the day I’m on top
When you look at the charts
All you seeing is me
Even through hate imma still be the best
‘Cause they thought I was stupid for chasing my dream
I had to think ‘bout the things that I wanted
So I had to work for the things that I need
Came with a girl and I exit with three
Ain’t want to say but they wish they was me
Name isn’t Bruce but I kick it likely
Now I got money, a kid with a dream
You wasn’t there when I needed support
Now I’m rocking Burberry when I’m on the scene
I told my mom not to worry ‘bout money ‘cause I’m making bands
Then I’m hitting repeat
Know that I’m dangerous
Yeah I pulled up in a spaceship
GTA, leaving him wasted
Shawty too basic
Flow going crazy amazing
Pray that one day imma make it
Yeah I got racks
How you think like that?
Yeah I waste bank ‘cause I’m built like that
If you talk cap than you hit like that
Me and Dc made a hit like that
Like oh
I be packing heat no stove
Like a golden goose make gold
Gold
Shawty I ain’t see you in a long while ay
I just want the top
Put the phone down ay
I want to meet when the suns down ay
Take me right back to the summertimes ay
I want to be in your zone now ay
Out on your ass
You can throw now ay
So I’ll bring you back to your home now ay
Like oh
I be packing heat no stove
Like a golden goose make gold
Gold
Know I ain’t met you in a long while ay
Ay this is a Trademark production
Yuh
Shawty I ain’t see you in a long while ay
I just want the top
Put the phone down ay
I want to meet when the suns down ay
Take me right back to the summertime ay
I want to be in your zone now ay
Out on your ass
You can throw now ay
So I’ll bring you back to your home now ay
404
That’s where I’m made at
Eastside 47
Bitch that’s where I stay at
That's beef with me
You don’t want to play that
I got the straps with big jeans in the Maybach
Nigga you stupid or something?
The bullets pop out
Now they booking and running
These niggas my sons
Devin Booker or something
Big bro with that bowl like he cooking or something okay
I got a K today
I just made a play today
She went a major way
But this is the major league little shawty
You ain’t ready for the major team little shawty
In the hills with at least a g in my pocket
Think I’m not going to make a scene
Nigga stop it
Christian Dior all on me
She want to feel all on me
Baby back off of me
What’s this life costing me?
I like my bitch all for me
Speaking in tongues pardon me
Don’t be screaming with little regard of me
I'm rolling them bush, RMV
Bitch I got all of these racks in my pocket
But that don’t mean nothing to me
Shawty won’t hop on this mother fucking yacht with the kid
And pack up and go travel the seas
I’m so relentless
I’m never gon’ stop ‘til I’m under the mother fucking gravel of leaves
I want to change the world but if not it’s okay
Imma plant my seeds ay, yuh
Shawty I ain’t see you in a long while ay
I just want the top
Put the phone down ay
I want to meet when the suns down ay
Take me right back to the summertimes ay
I want to be in your zone now ay
Out on your ass
You can throw now ay
So I’ll bring you back to your home now ay
I just be feeling like Cardi, ‘cause these girls ain’t letting me be
I can not wait for the day I’m on top
When you look at the charts
All you seeing is me
Even through hate imma still be the best
‘Cause they thought I was stupid for chasing my dream
I had to think ‘bout the things that I wanted
So I had to work for the things that I need
Came with a girl and I exit with three
Ain’t want to say but they wish they was me
Name isn’t Bruce but I kick it likely
Now I got money, a kid with a dream
You wasn’t there when I needed support
Now I’m rocking Burberry when I’m on the scene
I told my mom not to worry ‘bout money ‘cause I’m making bands
Then I’m hitting repeat
Know that I’m dangerous
Yeah I pulled up in a spaceship
GTA, leaving him wasted
Shawty too basic
Flow going crazy amazing
Pray that one day imma make it
Yeah I got racks
How you think like that?
Yeah I waste bank ‘cause I’m built like that
If you talk cap than you hit like that
Me and Dc made a hit like that
Like oh
I be packing heat no stove
Like a golden goose make gold
Gold
Shawty I ain’t see you in a long while ay
I just want the top
Put the phone down ay
I want to meet when the suns down ay
Take me right back to the summertimes ay
I want to be in your zone now ay
Out on your ass
You can throw now ay
So I’ll bring you back to your home now ay
Like oh
I be packing heat no stove
Like a golden goose make gold
Gold
Writer(s): Dc The Don, Lil OverDose
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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