Nail Tech

Lyrics

Mm-mm, mm, mm-mm
 Tss
 My nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret
 I don't wish for my success, I speak it
 I caught a buzz, and you did too, but you tweakin'
 I look like I been gettin' money, I reek it
 You smell me, that's LV
 Walkin' 'round with my chest out, and my skin smooth, I'm healthy
 I'm in the mix and I'm handshakin' but most of y'all can't help me (Nah)
 Most of y'all ain't wealthy (Nope), most of y'all just dress like it
 I caught the vibe that y'all givin' off, and I'm tryna make myself less like it
 This chick got a lil' Porsche body, I might let the bro test drive it
 It's hard for me to get excited, I love music, and stress 'bout it
 My city haulin' and I'm cosigning this wave, comin' up next out it
 Ridin' 'round and this shotgun in her Tesla
 Hangin' both of my legs out of it, like "What's up?" (What's up?)
 I got stakes and they too high now, I can't fuck up (Can't fuck up)
 I like girls that's down to Earth, so don't be stuck up (Stuck up)
 I don't take Ls, I give 'em out and I chuck 'em up
 First listen, they hearin' this shit like, "What the fuck?"
 Ten toes, that's my MO
 Fam' over 'Gram, that's my MO (On my momma)
 Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close
 And they let it go while I reload
 Like bow, bow, bow
 TSA just opened my book-bag up and my chain hittin' like
 Bow, bow, bow, bow
 The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit and I touchdown they
 Bow, bow, bow, bow
 She down low, three point stance, I'm back there doin' Jack dance like
 Bow, bow, bow, bow
 And I'm not no fashionista, but I'm fly though (But I'm fly)
 And I know I gave up drinkin', but I'm high though (But I'm high)
 I told her, "I don't cum from head, but you can try though" (You can try)
 I'm not on top of this shit yet, but I'm that guy though
 I take a look 'round and my comp and it's just, uh (Ooh)
 Wide open, big whippin', it slide open (Mm-mm)
 I notice they treat me like I'm chosen (I'm chosen)
 Eyes open, heart clean and my mind focused
 This shit just keeps goin' how I wrote it
 How the hell could you doubt us?
 I mean, back then it made sense, but it's like, now what?
 Now they down to come 'round just to be 'round us
 You ain't one of my dawgs, why do you hound us?
 It's very few of you I like, but it's a whole lot of y'all I don't trust
 'Cause
 Ten toes, that's my MO
 Fam' over 'Gram, that's my MO
 Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close
 And they let it go while I reload
 Like baow, baow, baow
 TSA just opened my book-bag up and my chain hittin' like
 Bow, bow, bow, bow
 The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit and I touchdown they
 Bow, bow, bow, bow
 She down low, three point stance, I'm back there doin' Jack dance like
 Bow, bow, bow, bow
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:26
Key
1
Tempo
150 BPM

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