(Cannon)

Know I walk with the racks on me
Bad bitch want back back and you know she throw that ass on me
I don't want that girl 'cause she want me 'cause the cash on me
Yeah, you know she cappin', homie
Dreadlock, that cap on me

Back then, they napped on me
Now they all just act, homie
Now I'm hot, they all on me
Pull out the Snapchats on me
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie
I think it's too personal
That's what I got Twitter for
Instagram, I'll bag your ho

Back then, they napped on me (what?)
Now they all just act, homie (chee)
Now I'm hot, they all on me (what?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (no)
I think it's too personal (what?)
That's what I got Twitter for (yeah)
Instagram, I'll bag your ho (yeah)
Back then, they napped on me (what?)
Now they all just act, homie (chee)
Now I'm hot, they all on me (what?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (no)
I think it's too personal (what?)
That's what I got Twitter for (yeah)
Instagram, I'll bag your ho (yeah)

Like, flex on you haters (huh?)
Hi haters (yeah)
This is my world so it's all in my favor (yeah)
I like all girls, yeah, all type of flavors
But that don't matter 'cause I just got my baby, sike
Pull up right there in Mercedes (skrrt)
Water, water like the Navy (uh)
Fuck that girl 'til the sun done
Number one like I'm McGrady (that way)
Boy, you said that you made me (yeah)
Go ahead, make another one
Do what I want 'cause I'm trustin' none (huh)
I'ma love her 'til the love is done
Took your girl, she ain't try to run
Hit from the back so her legs get numb (yeah)
Hit from the back so long (yeah)
That my own legs startin' to get numb
Suckin' me up, give me brain, now she dumb
Tell her it's repercussions (what?)
Play her just like a drum
Make in a night what you make in a month

Back then, they napped on me (huh? What?)
Now they all just act, homie (chee)
Now I'm hot, they all on me (what?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (no)
I think it's too personal (what?)
That's what I got Twitter for (yeah)
Instagram, I'll bag your ho (yeah)
Back then, they napped on me (what?)
Now they all just act, homie (chee)
Now I'm hot, they all on me (what?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (no)
I think it's too personal (what?)
That's what I got Twitter for (yeah)
Instagram, I'll bag your ho (yeah)

Boy, you said that you made me (huh?)
Go ahead, make another one (yeah)
Do what I want 'cause I'm trustin' none
I'ma love her 'til the love is done (yeah)
Took your girl, she ain't try to run
Hit from the back so her legs get numb
Hit from the back so long
That my own legs startin' to get numb (skrrt)

Know I walk with the racks on me (yeah)
Bad bitch want back back and you know she throw that ass on me (yeah, yeah)
I don't want that girl 'cause she want me 'cause the cash on me (huh?)
Yeah, you know she cappin', homie (what?)
Dreadlock, that cap on me (yeah)

Back then they napped on me (what?)
Now they all just act, homie (chee)
Now I'm hot, they all on me (what?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (no)
I think it's too personal (what?)
That's what I got Twitter for (yeah)
Instagram, I'll bag your ho (yeah)
Back then they napped on me (what?)
Now they all just act, homie (chee)
Now I'm hot, they all on me (what?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (no)
I think it's too personal (what?)
That's what I got Twitter for (yeah)
Instagram, I'll bag your ho (yeah)
Back then they napped on me (what?)
Now they all just act, homie (chee)
Now I'm hot, they all on me (what?)
Pull out the Snapchats on me (ayy)
I ain't got no Snapchat, homie (no)
I think it's too personal (what?)
That's what I got Twitter for (yeah)
Instagram, I'll bag your ho (yeah)

I ain't gon' lie
The baddest girls do be on Snapchat
Finna make one

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Writer(s): Donald Cannon, Lyle Anthony Leduff, Symere Woods