"NO DETAIL" lyrics
(ZEL, this shit crazy)
Yo
Accessories matchin' her bag, hair matchin' too, pay attention to detail (Detail)
Chrome Hearts drop for the low, like, you should know I didn't pay no retail (No way)
The money, the moola, the P, the guap, my focus ain't on females (Nah)
You man washed-up seashells, I done you wrong but I mean well (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I want you, but you're not guided
But I still hit that when you're on timing
When I don't text you back, you get feisty
When I act like nonchalant, you don't like it
Yo, I should keep it monogamous
Head so cray, I'm all in her oesophagus
When I was step, I do it anonymous
Free my bro, fuck Metropolitan
I can't be around them low vibrations
Can't cool down, I'm too impatient
You're not real if you wrote a statement
Studio trappin' from out my basement
One of one, can't be no replacement
Up right now, this feeling's weird
Still, I'm relating to all my peers
My dime, she really a souvenir
Accessories matchin' her bag, hair matchin' too, pay attention to detail (Detail)
Chrome Hearts drop for the low, like, you should know I didn't pay no retail (No way)
The money, the moola, the P, the guap, my focus ain't on females (Nah)
You man washed-up seashells, I done you wrong but I mean well (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Know the truth but act oblivious
Runnin' it up to the goal, VinÃcius
Talk on bro, get hit up imminently
Designer bags on her not cheap
I feel like the shepherd, I just see sheep
Only problems I need is tax and her tellin' me that I'm goin' too deep
Anyone try, then I get to crashin' out, so no one can tell me, "Chill"
30K on a hour, still (For real)
Not just fiends, bros up in the pub, shottin' that white to all the civils
Had my foot on their neck last year
Trust me, I'm not even nowhere clear
Got diamonds in my neck and ears
Done malice, don't bring her here
Accessories matchin' her bag, hair matchin' too, pay attention to detail (Detail)
Chrome Hearts drop for the low, like, you should know I didn't pay no retail (No way)
The money, the moola, the P, the guap, my focus ain't on females (Nah)
You man washed-up seashells, I done you wrong but I mean well (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yo
Accessories matchin' her bag, hair matchin' too, pay attention to detail (Detail)
Chrome Hearts drop for the low, like, you should know I didn't pay no retail (No way)
The money, the moola, the P, the guap, my focus ain't on females (Nah)
You man washed-up seashells, I done you wrong but I mean well (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I want you, but you're not guided
But I still hit that when you're on timing
When I don't text you back, you get feisty
When I act like nonchalant, you don't like it
Yo, I should keep it monogamous
Head so cray, I'm all in her oesophagus
When I was step, I do it anonymous
Free my bro, fuck Metropolitan
I can't be around them low vibrations
Can't cool down, I'm too impatient
You're not real if you wrote a statement
Studio trappin' from out my basement
One of one, can't be no replacement
Up right now, this feeling's weird
Still, I'm relating to all my peers
My dime, she really a souvenir
Accessories matchin' her bag, hair matchin' too, pay attention to detail (Detail)
Chrome Hearts drop for the low, like, you should know I didn't pay no retail (No way)
The money, the moola, the P, the guap, my focus ain't on females (Nah)
You man washed-up seashells, I done you wrong but I mean well (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Know the truth but act oblivious
Runnin' it up to the goal, VinÃcius
Talk on bro, get hit up imminently
Designer bags on her not cheap
I feel like the shepherd, I just see sheep
Only problems I need is tax and her tellin' me that I'm goin' too deep
Anyone try, then I get to crashin' out, so no one can tell me, "Chill"
30K on a hour, still (For real)
Not just fiends, bros up in the pub, shottin' that white to all the civils
Had my foot on their neck last year
Trust me, I'm not even nowhere clear
Got diamonds in my neck and ears
Done malice, don't bring her here
Accessories matchin' her bag, hair matchin' too, pay attention to detail (Detail)
Chrome Hearts drop for the low, like, you should know I didn't pay no retail (No way)
The money, the moola, the P, the guap, my focus ain't on females (Nah)
You man washed-up seashells, I done you wrong but I mean well (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Nemiah Emmanuel Simms
