Lyrics A13 - Jordy

Keep those fiction raps
If I come through with the pen that's a different wap
Man wanna talk about money but I wouldn't put money on that
Man wanna talk about flows but they know that my ting's tapped

On the A13, coming off at the next exit
Thought that she wanted me, but she just wanted guestlist
When I'm in the booth with Teej, I don't wanna get no message
Man wanna cat my team, but they can't run these methods
My newest ting got the best of sauce
And you know she's from west of course
Got a bit of batty and breast of
Course, she got p, she can flex of course
She don't snapchat me and we move low like a packs on me
She loves putting her back on me and she loves ink like Kat Von D
Niggas watch me like obbo, I pick the gear they follow
I been in the booth just getting out more, I got the flow they borrow
Remember when I stopped spitting, had man itching, juice went missing
Then I came back and got vicious when
I start switching, my ting's different
These days twenty four seven I run my works
Had a break last week, I met with Shea and we got burst
Hot boxed the whip, went back to the crib and she grabbed my shirt
She was like "what do you wanna take
Off first?", I was like blouse and skirt

Yes indeed, I got the recipe
Tempo change but nobody been testing me
Blessed indeed, make the beat rest in peace
And my life is calm, I haven't got a girl stressing me
Yes indeed, I got the recipe
Tempo change but nobody been testing me
Blessed indeed, make the beat rest in peace
And life is calm, I haven't got a girl stressing me

The bans off
She told me that I'm too boujee, I told her "and what? "Hands off"
Shorty must've heard 'Fall For You' and
Now it's got her thinking that I'm Vandross
I tell her that ain't just for any girl
That's for babygirl, I'm the man love
(Yeah) and I ain't no dibby dibby rapper
Niggas thinking shit's sweet because I'm a singy singy rapper
But that's when it gets ugly
When a man comes through and tries mug me
I been busy with the pen doing fuckery
Blood look at the flick of the wrist trust me
A man got gassed and he rapped on a track cause I made it look easy
And another man got pissed off 'cause
His girl won't switch off, I been on repeat
Me and my niggas do equal splits
I ain't got a brudda being all greedy
If I need something cheeky, I holla at Pep or I holla at Weezy
'Cause mans a fresh prince like Fresh Prince
Came with the feel like Fresh Prince
Spin an MC like Fresh Prince
You made one hit and been dead since
I do not act all precious, I made one flow and then left it
Nigga ain't got that tekkers
Hold up this is the best bit

Yes indeed, I got the recipe
Tempo change but nobody been testing me
Blessed indeed, make the beat rest in peace
And my life is calm, I haven't got a girl stressing me