Текст песни Belair - Abhi feat. S. Finesse

(Woah)
(Wooah)
(Woah)

All this codeine got me trippin'
Shawty show me that you different
You call my phone I don't listen
You should prolly lose my digits, 'cause
I done lost my interest, 'cause
You ain't worth a minute, for
Shit like yo time finished up
Can't live how I'm livin' huh

(Woah wooah)
What's with all that dissin' huh
(Woah wooah)
You should keep yo distance huh
It ain't what you thought it was
And you ain't what I thought you was
Shoulda known that you a dub
Fuck it I'm gon' run it up

Big blue bills, vacuum seals
Out in DC smokin' kill
What's the deal, fuck how you feel
Bitch I'm gon' ball like Bradley Beal
Brand new wheels, cost a meal
Ticket I whip it, I'm making 'em squeal
I'm taking off in this ship like I'm Neil
I ain't gon' stop being me for a deal

Bad bitch drop the lo, now I'm on go and she on go fasho
We fuck to my songs, I sing to her like I'm Post Malone
All of these biddies be hoes, and I cannot fold
Hoe I can't go for none
I'm tryna rock out these shows, go on the road
Fuck foreign hoes in a rolls
We just been chasing the gold, we on a roll
Fuck all that shit you been told
Hop in that wraith and go ghost, I feel like ghost
I got the power but I need some more
I feel like Chano I'm just havin' fun with it
On a different type of time no they can't fuck with this

Wake up roll another face
Take it to the brain, put it in the space (Aye aye)
I be movin' with a haste
Don't got time to waste, racing to the cake (Aye aye)
If she basic she a lame
I don't got the patience for it, I need change
You ain't on the same shit I'm on
Get away, 'cause you just in the way

Big blue bills, vacuum seals
Out in DC smokin' kill
What's the deal, fuck how you feel
Bitch I'm gon' ball like Bradley Beal
Brand new wheels, cost a meal
Ticket I whip it, I'm making 'em squeal
I'm taking off in this ship like I'm Neil
I ain't gon' stop being me for a deal