Текст песни CJ Stroud (feat. Bigg Ron) - Tlap

That ho think she smart but stay round dummy's like she Double D
Shittin' in the crib with doors open I don't fear a thing
Laggin' off this blunt my every day is nine hundred ping
You can't get it how I get it if you try you losing sleep
I come round and shit get hot I must have heaters on my feet
The way I step out in these vans you'd think I have expensive sneaks
She tryna get hit from the back but I'm just tryna sneak a peak
I feel like I'm Ricky Bobby way I never seen defeat

Got her workin' out inside my living room like Wii Sports
Bitch you think you scamming me, my job is hacking beat stores
Everything I get I flip for double, if not three more
Chilling at the park with Slim and then I make some cheeks sore
Bitch you drinking dark pop and wonder why yo piss stink
I gotta get rich off Tik Tok, that's how the kids think
Yo best friend wear lip gloss bae that's why my dick pink
I know you can't stay mad at me I got those type of instincts
I feel like I'm CJ Stroud, the M's won't get the best of me
Down the field I'm wide open boy you ain't contesting me
Y'all still sippin' wok in twenty three just let your liver breathe
Put yo bitch inside my mocha if I need some extra cream
But I don't even drink coffee cause I'm always up
I ain't perform in four years, I'm tryna get buck
She tried to go easy with the head I made her duck
It's been two hours baby can we finally fuck
Nah bitch, just keep gaggin' on me like my haters do
Always bring the meat when she want it, who I cater to
Been this way for too long that's why I'm extra flavorful
Do me wrong once and I tell em' see ya later dude
Bitch you make me itch like a dog when some fleas bitin'
I stay in the crib until I'm needed like the Teen Titans
This bitch got dyslexia I take her out for see sightin'
If I'm second string then I'm the best like I'm Kenny Guiton
Bitch stay out my biz this is grown man talk
Always do it big I'm twenty one with land bought
Why you actin' like a bitch, can't get in the sandlot
Only fifty bucks off distro, boy I can't stop
This ho sent me pictures in her mirror wearing lingerie
I can't wait to see it irl I gotta set the stage
Finna make some movies back to back I need a double take
I know my ex is stressin' she don't know I get it every day

She know I get it every day cause I'm a paid nigga
Mops sticks, glocks and street sweepers I'm a maid nigga
Still sittin' on that one bag I'm ashamed nigga
Better play your cards right and I ain't talkin' spades nigga
In the stu rappin' with stuffy nose, it's a cold in it
I'm hot, every time I leave the stu because I'm cold in it
Bitch ain't let me see her phone cause it's a code in it
Pay attention that was different ways to say cold in it
Shoot a headshot out this glock like I'm Cole Bennett
Let me stop cause y'all ain't pickin' up the punchlines
Pick yo bitch up when I take her out to lunchtime
Give her dick instead of breakfast when the sunshine
I just popped me a perc now I'm geeked up
Sike I don't pop pills, bro roll the weed up
I just made me a flick with my feet up
Six bitches chillin' in the whip, push the seat up

That ho think she smart but stay round dummy's like she Double D
Shittin' in the crib with doors open I don't fear a thing
Laggin' off this blunt my every day is nine hundred ping
You can't get it how I get it, if you try you losing sleep
I come round and shit get hot I must have heaters on my feet
The way I step out in these vans you'd think I have expensive sneaks
She tryna get hit from the back but I'm just tryna sneak a peak
I feel like I'm Ricky Bobby way I never seen defeat