Anti
You know what, strike 'em out
Guess what? Uh-uh, yeah I'm stuck again
Moving like a fleet, I either kick it or I keep it in
Shawty gon' top me whether or not I get unstuck again
Stuck in her bed, and she love it when she necking
Getting guap, getting food, getting connections
I don't wear no gold 'cause that shit could be fake here
I don't know 'bout Annapolis, so I don't go near
Fuck it, all my jewelry simple, you won't see a chandelier
Why you 'fraid to go when it's time to just go up?
Got a snotty nose, that ya pick, I'ma throw up
I wanted some one's, so I got 'em when they showed up
Mix it with some shit that you don't probably even know of
Guess what? (What?) Uh-uh, yeah I'm stuck again
Moving like a fleet, I either kick it or I keep it in
Shawty gon' top me whether or not I get unstuck again
Stuck in her bed, and she love it when she necking
It's so simple, I go over then she neck me
Take location off yo' camera, they gon' track me
Maybe it's the paranoia in the front seat (Ahhh)
Still got PTSD from just fourteen
Anyway, put yo' hand on yo' butt, put yo' hand on yo' butt
Self, I never dealt with fakes, always real ass
Shawty, we heading towards recession, getting that real cash
She got me stuck up in her bed thinking 'bout "head or smash?"
Guess what? (What?) Uh-uh, yeah I'm stuck again
Moving like a fleet, I either kick it or I keep it in
Shawty gon' top me whether or not I get unstuck again
Stuck in her bed, and she love it when she necking
Guess what? (What?) Uh-uh, yeah I'm stuck again
Moving like a fleet, I either kick it or I keep it in
Shawty gon' top me whether or not I get unstuck again
Stuck in her bed, and she love it when she necking
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