Clickbait - 607

Swag is organic my buzz is organic

I don’t fuck wit the numbers i don’t dry snitch for traffic

Niggas be stealing that don’t mean I’m lacking

Say she gone leave get your bag ho, I’ll pack it

Granddaddy used to say shut up that racket

Now he in heaven watching me count rackies

I watch his daughter like I’m the Dothrakis

Ain’t no FedEx but I’m tracking your package

Syllables so savage my bulletproof got patches I’m looking through my mattress

like see what I fount

Always play dumb just to peep who gone cheat me you think you just beat me I

froze yo account

Process up top but her pussy team natural

Fuck her to sleep she curled up like a cashew

You told me move I ain’t freeze like no statue

So keep that same energy ho, do what I ask you

Strapped at her condo cause she got a nigga (whoo)

Cut my dick hair wit his clippers (whoo)

She know she get wrong I’ll blick her

Might get a new whip and leave on the sticker

Might get a ticket and leave on these niggas

I can’t hear yo hating I’m skating through clouds

Closer to God but I think like the devil

I wonder who’ll come when I’m under the ground

I done took too many L’s

My niggas all just now getting outta jail

I wrote the code on myself

Niggas can’t read so I shoot til I’m felt

Coconut air freshener on the dash

I kept my pills in a Skittles bag

Struggle on deck how could you get mad?

Ran up a check on yo stupid ass

Nigga I’m clickbait, touch me, shit not

Gone go, how you think it should’ve went (say)

6 what your boyfriend could’ve been (ooh)

Got a aux cord lemme put it in (ay)

You a trap star boy juug then juug then get your dirty mama out the hood then

Whip it like a chef boy cook then you was real smart from the outside lookin in

Wutnya?

(Bitch)

If I was broke it’d still be fuck ya (bitch)

Gave I ain’t never took nothing (bitch)

Sad part is I still love ya (bitch x3)

Hate you for making me love knowing it’s fraud all in yo heart

Now I can see through yo games and nothing can save you not even god