[Verse 1]
They're gonna think I'm Nixon
'cause I just released another tape
You can ask Ramiro, this is two in a row
Y'all gonna make me pay for another funeral
Sorry, mama. Scooch over, make room for 'em
Tell my fans that I wanna go on tour for 'em
Now it's 1-2, 3-0, 1-6
One-tenths, seventh tenths, lane switch
While we on the way there, had to reopen my daycare
Boy, you must not know who you're dealing with
I even got ya baby's mama's mama feeling this
I even got ya baby's mama's mama in my clique
Just let me work out the details right quick
[Chorus]
Caterer in my e-mail. Pinterest with my female
Ain't no way that we fail. That's why I'm working out the details
[Verse Two]
People think 'cause my knee game like Tebow that I'm not white Deebo. What dollar?
I got 'em shook. Dope fiends itching for my rhyme book
Cannot write a song right. Even in the verses I'm throwing hooks
No more writing letters, this is so much better. I'm still under pressure. Gotta get my thoughts together. I'm still under pressure
We can fare the weather. Sometimes we be fighting, that don't mean I hate ya. It's just human nature. It's just human nature
Now, David's Bridal's causing you some stress
Tell them girls chop chop with ya dress
Baby, I know. You just gotta be patient
It takes time for an alteration
Think how nice it'll look in reflections
It's tough tailoring a dress to perfection
Now it's 1-2, 3-0, 1-6
One-tenths, seventh tenths, lane switch
While we on the way there, baby, let me play with your hair
[Chorus]