"Loitering" lyrics
I be, I be scopin' shit
I be loiterin', prowlin' on your home and shit (Yeah)
On your home and shit (Glee)
Ayy, my niggas throwin' Z's up, if he 'round me, then he Zoe, yeah
Every day, I'm geeked up, I be ridin' with that pole, nah
I don't be on that weak stuff, man, you niggas be actin' like hoes and shit
Feel like Langston Hughes, I hit the booth and spit that poetry (Yeah)
I be loiterin', prowlin' on your home and shit (Yeah)
Then I'm rollin' in and crawlin' with some goons and shit
I been up all week, tryna get me a Patek Philippe
The streets don't love me back, but I'm still in love with the streets
Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Brought a new Glock 23, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm military-minded, my heart is in the projects
They tried to put me in a dress, I almost choked the stylist
They tried to put me to the test, but me, I keep it solid
I'm ballin' like I'm James Harden, I bought a brand-new rocket
I don't wanna be bothered, when you see me, don't even holler
My nigga, don't even much bother, when you see me, please don't holler
That girl got a skeetin' problem, that pussy like piña colada
Don't bring the piece up out you, nigga, they tryna knock you off your pimpin'
Ayy, my niggas throwin' Z's up, if he 'round me, then he Zoe, yeah
Every day, I'm geeked up, I be ridin' with that pole, nah
I don't be on that weak stuff, man, you niggas be actin' like hoes and shit
Feel like Langston Hughes, I hit the booth and spit that poetry (Yeah)
I be loiterin', prowlin' on your home and shit (Yeah)
Then I'm rollin' in and crawlin' with some goons and shit
I been up all week, tryna get me a Patek Philippe
The streets don't love me back, but I'm still in love with the streets
She look like she wanna freak, ain't no more meet and greet
Fully, keep the broomstick, sweep a nigga up off the feet
Rocks all in my glue stick, rock a nigga like acoustic
I'ma break your heart, lil' baby, don't come this way, don't listen to Cupid
I'ma drop another project 'fore you listen to my new shit
Kodak Black got the blueprint, Kunta Kinte, this a new one
My nigga, you blood, tried to tell you that I was gon' blow, it's like I knew it
I hate to say, "I told you so," but I told you so, my nigga, you stupid
Ayy, my niggas throwin' Z's up, if he 'round me, then he Zoe, yeah
Every day, I'm geeked up, I be ridin' with that pole, nah
I don't be on that weak stuff, man, you niggas be actin' like hoes and shit
Feel like Langston Hughes, I hit the booth and spit that poetry (Yeah)
I be loiterin', prowlin' on your home and shit (Yeah)
Then I'm rollin' in and crawlin' with some goons and shit
I been up all week, tryna get me a Patek Philippe
The streets don't love me back, but I'm still in love with the streets
Streets don't love me back
Streets don't love me back, but I'm still in love with the streets
Streets don't love me back, streets don't love me back
Streets don't love me back, but I'm still in love with the streets (Ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Brought a new Glock 23, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I be loiterin', prowlin' on your home and shit (Yeah)
On your home and shit (Glee)
Ayy, my niggas throwin' Z's up, if he 'round me, then he Zoe, yeah
Every day, I'm geeked up, I be ridin' with that pole, nah
I don't be on that weak stuff, man, you niggas be actin' like hoes and shit
Feel like Langston Hughes, I hit the booth and spit that poetry (Yeah)
I be loiterin', prowlin' on your home and shit (Yeah)
Then I'm rollin' in and crawlin' with some goons and shit
I been up all week, tryna get me a Patek Philippe
The streets don't love me back, but I'm still in love with the streets
Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Brought a new Glock 23, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm military-minded, my heart is in the projects
They tried to put me in a dress, I almost choked the stylist
They tried to put me to the test, but me, I keep it solid
I'm ballin' like I'm James Harden, I bought a brand-new rocket
I don't wanna be bothered, when you see me, don't even holler
My nigga, don't even much bother, when you see me, please don't holler
That girl got a skeetin' problem, that pussy like piña colada
Don't bring the piece up out you, nigga, they tryna knock you off your pimpin'
Ayy, my niggas throwin' Z's up, if he 'round me, then he Zoe, yeah
Every day, I'm geeked up, I be ridin' with that pole, nah
I don't be on that weak stuff, man, you niggas be actin' like hoes and shit
Feel like Langston Hughes, I hit the booth and spit that poetry (Yeah)
I be loiterin', prowlin' on your home and shit (Yeah)
Then I'm rollin' in and crawlin' with some goons and shit
I been up all week, tryna get me a Patek Philippe
The streets don't love me back, but I'm still in love with the streets
She look like she wanna freak, ain't no more meet and greet
Fully, keep the broomstick, sweep a nigga up off the feet
Rocks all in my glue stick, rock a nigga like acoustic
I'ma break your heart, lil' baby, don't come this way, don't listen to Cupid
I'ma drop another project 'fore you listen to my new shit
Kodak Black got the blueprint, Kunta Kinte, this a new one
My nigga, you blood, tried to tell you that I was gon' blow, it's like I knew it
I hate to say, "I told you so," but I told you so, my nigga, you stupid
Ayy, my niggas throwin' Z's up, if he 'round me, then he Zoe, yeah
Every day, I'm geeked up, I be ridin' with that pole, nah
I don't be on that weak stuff, man, you niggas be actin' like hoes and shit
Feel like Langston Hughes, I hit the booth and spit that poetry (Yeah)
I be loiterin', prowlin' on your home and shit (Yeah)
Then I'm rollin' in and crawlin' with some goons and shit
I been up all week, tryna get me a Patek Philippe
The streets don't love me back, but I'm still in love with the streets
Streets don't love me back
Streets don't love me back, but I'm still in love with the streets
Streets don't love me back, streets don't love me back
Streets don't love me back, but I'm still in love with the streets (Ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Brought a new Glock 23, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
