Quick To Judge

Lyrics

Niggas quick to judge, but they don't know what I done been through
 Have my nigga come through and erase you like a pencil
 My bitch super bad, she got a Birkin and Shih Tzu
 Balenci's now, but used to do Giuseppe with the Christian
 Walking out of Tiffany's with Tiffany and Crystal
 My chick, she got that drip, she look like she just left the runway
 Pull up in that Bentley truck and scoop her like a sundae
 On Gelato 41, you know it's in a hemp wrap
 Come and take your lil' sack, you know that we won't give it back
 Versace, Dior, Dolce, boy, you know my outfit mismatch
 First time I hit Cali, I had found a plug on WeedMaps
 I just want relations, bae, I ain't tryna offend you
 I ain't tryna be your partner, I ain't tryna friend you
 Called up all my opps and told 'em, "It ain't shit to end you"
 Heard your past was broken, yeah, I heard you kinda fragile
 She ask me did I swipe? I said a nigga might dabble
 ATM's in different states, a nigga might travel
 Highrise in the city, so you know I'm livin' rent-free
 I can't be a ho, I'll never let a nigga pimp me
 I ain't wanna hurt her, so I turned her down gently
 She say that she a savage, so I went and bought her Fenty
 She not with the police, but she wanna come and frisk me
 When you tryna run it up, you gotta be consistent
 It's an epidemic, I'm a nationwide enigma
 Gotta get them racks at all costs, I got follow-through
 I want commas, If it ain't about it, I won't talk to you
 Make them digits go up, niggas thought it wasn't possible
 Pull up in that 'Vette with the horse, and now I'm dusting you
 All they do is fibulate, so how can I put trust in you?
 I don't think you understand, bae, how much I lust for you
 I been in the gym liftin' weights, I might come muscle you
 Niggas quick to judge, but they don't know what I done been through
 Have my nigga come through and erase you like a pencil
 My bitch super bad, she got a Birkin and Shih Tzu
 Balenci's now, but use to do Giuseppe with the Christian
 Walking out of Tiffany's with Tiffany and Crystal
 My chick, she got that drip, she look like she just left the runway
 Pull up in that Bentley truck and scoop her like a sundae
 On Gelato 41, you know it's in a hemp wrap
 Come and take your lil' sack, you know that we won't give it back
 Versace, Dior, Dolce, boy, you know my outfit mismatch
 First time I hit Cali, I had found a plug on WeedMaps
 I just want relations, bae, I ain't tryna offend you
 I ain't tryna be your partner, I ain't tryna friend you
 Called up all my opps and told 'em, "It ain't shit to end you"
 Heard your past was broken, yeah, I heard you kinda fragile
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:54
Key
8
Tempo
176 BPM

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