(YoungBoyBrown, on my kids)
It might not matter to you but it matter to me
Pull the Panamera top, let's wait on the seats
Yeah, I called her France bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I caught the ZaZa bands and a brick of iced tea
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hunnid degrees
'Cause I'm in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, while I'm on this ATV
If I ever catch a opp, know I kissed 'em peace
I ain't never have run-ins with old girls (never ever)
I ain't never gon' punt, boy, I'ma score (never ever)
Been a boss nigga, I ain't never do no chores (ooh-ooh)
And they already know I'm too sharp like swords (ooh)
Hit your block up with Berettas and more
Tell my white bitch and my black bitch, "Make a s'more"
Yeah, they hate seein' me winnin', hurtin' to the core
Get active, yeah we at five to the floor
I ain't comin' home tonight, don't leave the light on
Ain't goin' for nothin', find another nigga to plot on
I buy you block bitch pumps and buy home
I know real Don Dadas and Vatos
It might not matter to you but it matter to me
Pull the Panamera top, let's wait on the seats
Yeah, I called her France bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I caught the ZaZa bands and a brick of iced tea
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hunnid degrees
'Cause I'm in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, while I'm on this ATV
If I ever catch a opp, know I kissed 'em peace
Yeah, if I kiss that bitch, it ain't the same
Sixteen shooters on the twenty passenger plane
WiFi on the jet just in case I text my main (woo)
I ain't tryna tell you, ain't tryna talk, I up the stain (up the stain)
It might not matter to you but it matter to me (matter to me)
Take your bitch out to Peru, let her drink outta tree (oh)
My lil' brother a hard hitter, I just gotta let 'em be
Suck me in the bathroom, let me bust on her teeth
Bitch I put roses on the casket, it ain't romantic, nah, uh
I ain't goin' to the ride on, I'm standin'
I'm tired of fightin' my problems with Xannies
First time my mama told me, "Boy, get manly" (man up)
Just bought my mama and house and it's in my business name
Soon as I cashed out that's when my credit came (no)
It's hard to see but I know a snitch inside of every gang (every gang)
Told her, "Mices and rats, yeah, they tread the same"
It might not matter to you but it matter to me
Pull the Panamera top, let's wait on the seats
Yeah, I called her France bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I caught the ZaZa bands and a brick of iced tea
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hunnid degrees
'Cause I'm in AC, my heat on M16
My pockets on ATM, while I'm on this ATV
If I ever catch a opp, know I kissed 'em peace
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Lohitvishnu Thanaskodi, Raqhid Jevon Render
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., SUNDAE SONGS LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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