"Dresser" lyrics
Damn Fakez, you cooking up
Yeah
Put this pistol, in yo dresser bae
I ain't stressin', who the fuck gon' do shit better bae
I ain't lyin' to you, we both know you pressure bae
Yeah, I fuck with you, my pistol in your dresser
Yeah, I get fly as fuck (Yeah)
She just tryna fuck (Right)
All that extra woofin', shit gon' get you lined up
(Yeah, Don't get lined up broke ass nigga)
Yop!
Yeah, yeah
I done put my time in
Young, turnt, [?]
Thousand for my tag price, double if I'm flyin' in
Boujee tryna climb in, hoes tryna dine-in
She like "What's the stand price"
I'm like "What you tryna spend"
I think she a fein, this hoe keep lickin' [?] like Tia Kemp
I know niggas hating, I'm still posted up like we exempt
If I show my bank, my opp gon' kill himself, might be attempt
Valid when she [?], if she basic she might be [?]
Oh my phone be jumpin, had to throw that bitch on DND
I'm so fucking up, that birds eye view my only POV
[?]
(For real, yop!, yeah)
Put this pistol, in yo dresser bae
I ain't stressin', who the fuck gon' do shit better bae
I ain't lyin' to you, we both know you pressure bae
Yeah, I fuck with you, my pistol in your dresser
Yeah, I get fly as fuck (Yeah)
She just tryna fuck (Right)
All that extra woofin', shit gon' get you lined up
(Yeah, Don't get lined up broke ass nigga)
Yeah, she like fast money
She ran into a sprinter
I barely touched the stage, she wanna fuck right out the sprinter
She pop right out the cage, for a spot, she talking [?]
If she bad, I won't spend it
She like rack in my [?]
Yeah, I get fly as fuck
She just tryna fuck
All that extra woofin', shit gon' get you lined up
(Don't get lined up broke ass nigga)
Yeah
Put this pistol, in yo dresser bae
I ain't stressin', who the fuck gon' do shit better bae
I ain't lyin' to you, we both know you pressure bae
Yeah, I fuck with you, my pistol in your dresser
Yeah, I get fly as fuck (Yeah)
She just tryna fuck (Right)
All that extra woofin', shit gon' get you lined up
(Yeah, Don't get lined up broke ass nigga)
Yop!
Yeah, yeah
I done put my time in
Young, turnt, [?]
Thousand for my tag price, double if I'm flyin' in
Boujee tryna climb in, hoes tryna dine-in
She like "What's the stand price"
I'm like "What you tryna spend"
I think she a fein, this hoe keep lickin' [?] like Tia Kemp
I know niggas hating, I'm still posted up like we exempt
If I show my bank, my opp gon' kill himself, might be attempt
Valid when she [?], if she basic she might be [?]
Oh my phone be jumpin, had to throw that bitch on DND
I'm so fucking up, that birds eye view my only POV
[?]
(For real, yop!, yeah)
Put this pistol, in yo dresser bae
I ain't stressin', who the fuck gon' do shit better bae
I ain't lyin' to you, we both know you pressure bae
Yeah, I fuck with you, my pistol in your dresser
Yeah, I get fly as fuck (Yeah)
She just tryna fuck (Right)
All that extra woofin', shit gon' get you lined up
(Yeah, Don't get lined up broke ass nigga)
Yeah, she like fast money
She ran into a sprinter
I barely touched the stage, she wanna fuck right out the sprinter
She pop right out the cage, for a spot, she talking [?]
If she bad, I won't spend it
She like rack in my [?]
Yeah, I get fly as fuck
She just tryna fuck
All that extra woofin', shit gon' get you lined up
(Don't get lined up broke ass nigga)
