Yung TableCloth, YungGasMoney - DECLINE Lyrics

Yo bitch wanna fuck but I had to decline
She said "what are we?" so I had to define
My money tight so I had to align
KKJ, I had to design
I got a bad bitch and I know she devine
Pitch kinda off so I gotta refine
Fuck a CD I'm coming up from online
Writing this song while my chair is reclined
They ask how I'm doing I say "I'm not fine"
Flo on the beat but I'm not progressive
Quick to finesse while taking my time, these niggas green like Slatt to my Slime
AK's released you know I'm that guy, they ask how I'm doing I say "I just rhyme"
Pockets are filled with some 1s and some 5s, met a bad bitch and you know she so fine
Took that boy's racks and said they were mine
Sipped off the Rum and then needed some lime
Strapped up my tech and strapped up my nine
Feel like Chuck Norris, cuz its Prime Time
Call him a Weasel when popped with the 5
Nickname is Arby's I stay with the beef
That boy talk reckless, done knocked out his teeth
She broke up with me on BlackPeopleMeet
Doing more laps than a track meet
Might be your girl but she grind on my meat
He came to work smelling like feet?
Yo bitch wanna fuck but I had to decline
She said "what are we?" so I had to define
My money tight so I had to align
KKJ, I had to design
I got a bad bitch and I know she devine
Pitch kinda off so I gotta refine
Fuck a CD I'm coming up from online
Writing this song while my chair is reclined
I'm sipping that red, I'm sipping that wine
Yo hood got deleted it'd feeling like Vine
Yo bitch wanna dine but she is not fine
I'm like "ok she get dropped off at nine"
This is not a sign, I'm fly with a spine
I gotta assign
Yall get off my spine

Yo bitch wanna fuck but I had to decline
She said "what are we?" so I had to define
My money tight so I had to align
KKJ, I had to design
I got a bad bitch and I know she devine
Pitch kinda off so I gotta refine
Fuck a CD I'm coming up from online
Writing this song while my chair is reclined
They ask how I'm doing I say "I'm not fine"
Flo on the beat but I'm not progressive
Quick to finesse while taking my time, these niggas green like Slatt to my Slime
AK's released you know I'm that guy, they ask how I'm doing I say "I just rhyme"
Pockets are filled with some 1s and some 5s, met a bad bitch and you know she so fine
Took that boy's racks and said they were mine
Sipped off the Rum and then needed some lime
Strapped up my tech and strapped up my nine
Feel like Chuck Norris, cuz its Prime Time
Call him a Weasel when popped with the 5
Nickname is Arby's I stay with the beef
That boy talk reckless, done knocked out his teeth
She broke up with me on BlackPeopleMeet
Doing more laps than a track meet
Might be your girl but she grind on my meat
He came to work smelling like feet?
Yo bitch wanna fuck but I had to decline
She said "what are we?" so I had to define
My money tight so I had to align
KKJ, I had to design
I got a bad bitch and I know she devine
Pitch kinda off so I gotta refine
Fuck a CD I'm coming up from online
Writing this song while my chair is reclined
I'm sipping that red, I'm sipping that wine
Yo hood got deleted it'd feeling like Vine
Yo bitch wanna dine but she is not fine
I'm like "ok she get dropped off at nine"
This is not a sign, I'm fly with a spine
I gotta assign
Yall get off my spine