"Stop Textin' Wyd" lyrics
Kane, you always know what I like
You don't gotta tell me shit, nigga, I hold myself accountable
I walk up in the store and buy some shit that's unpronounceable
I told my mama I'll sacrifice when it come down to you
I'm TAF and if you new here then let me announce the rules
I'm from the 912 where they get down on all that flaky shit
I bought myself a crib but I don't mean it on no baby shit
You walkin' through the stores
Ain't buyin' nothin' on that maybe shit
I'm tryna reach new heights, don't give a fuck about no gangsta shit
All niggas do is talk about each other, can't escape that shit
But if I do for you and you talk love, man, I don't play that shit
As long as I got peace, shit ain't that deep, man, I'm okay with it
Speak guapanese, two thousand on the 'fit, you can't relate to it
Rich nigga problems, I'm so tired from countin' the whole day
Supreme my favorite brand and SB's too, it make me wanna skate
We behind them blog pages, post lame shit instead of good days
She still gon' eat me if my hair was
Fucked and I ain't have on no chains
The godfather, the last don, bitch, I stand the vanguard
I can't do this apartment shit, need a court in my backyard
My Bimmer white but when I'm on Uber I need a black card
Ridin' through the hood, speakers loud, playin' Trap God
Niggas puttin' they hands on these hoes
I'm from the South, I made that bitch tattoo a four
You only got one life so do the most
And I'm big MOE, it's money over hoes
It's a big smile up on my face, I be smilin' when I don't wanna
See, I done rapped and I done tried sellin' ounces of marijuana
I'm Freeband Gang, tell Future he ain't the only one countin' commas
I gotta get away from GA, take my bitch to Guatemala
Don't pray for me, man, I don't care, I only take prayers from my mama
You lied to me about your lab diamonds, watch your ass get karma
I made my private chef cook king crab, I could've asked for lobster
Me and your bitch, we needed privacy, we went to the cabana
We don't do no upside down crosses
Take my girl on a helicopter ride, the bosses of all bosses
Count this wealth, I'm sittin' down, I got an IV runnin' through me
Told that bitch to hit the gym and stop tryna buy you a booty
A couple nights at Four Seasons and I slept way past my check out time
After five, she was all in my bed, you know I had to lay you down
And I don't mind, you know I paid extra to see the skyline
Instead of textin' what you doin'
I texted her ass the reservation time
You don't gotta tell me shit, nigga, I hold myself accountable
I walk up in the store and buy some shit that's unpronounceable
I told my mama I'll sacrifice when it come down to you
I'm TAF and if you new here then let me announce the rules
I'm from the 912 where they get down on all that flaky shit
I bought myself a crib but I don't mean it on no baby shit
You walkin' through the stores
Ain't buyin' nothin' on that maybe shit
I'm tryna reach new heights, don't give a fuck about no gangsta shit
All niggas do is talk about each other, can't escape that shit
But if I do for you and you talk love, man, I don't play that shit
As long as I got peace, shit ain't that deep, man, I'm okay with it
Speak guapanese, two thousand on the 'fit, you can't relate to it
Rich nigga problems, I'm so tired from countin' the whole day
Supreme my favorite brand and SB's too, it make me wanna skate
We behind them blog pages, post lame shit instead of good days
She still gon' eat me if my hair was
Fucked and I ain't have on no chains
The godfather, the last don, bitch, I stand the vanguard
I can't do this apartment shit, need a court in my backyard
My Bimmer white but when I'm on Uber I need a black card
Ridin' through the hood, speakers loud, playin' Trap God
Niggas puttin' they hands on these hoes
I'm from the South, I made that bitch tattoo a four
You only got one life so do the most
And I'm big MOE, it's money over hoes
It's a big smile up on my face, I be smilin' when I don't wanna
See, I done rapped and I done tried sellin' ounces of marijuana
I'm Freeband Gang, tell Future he ain't the only one countin' commas
I gotta get away from GA, take my bitch to Guatemala
Don't pray for me, man, I don't care, I only take prayers from my mama
You lied to me about your lab diamonds, watch your ass get karma
I made my private chef cook king crab, I could've asked for lobster
Me and your bitch, we needed privacy, we went to the cabana
We don't do no upside down crosses
Take my girl on a helicopter ride, the bosses of all bosses
Count this wealth, I'm sittin' down, I got an IV runnin' through me
Told that bitch to hit the gym and stop tryna buy you a booty
A couple nights at Four Seasons and I slept way past my check out time
After five, she was all in my bed, you know I had to lay you down
And I don't mind, you know I paid extra to see the skyline
Instead of textin' what you doin'
I texted her ass the reservation time
