Jace - Got Me Bent lyrics

Man, this ni**a got me weirdly bent ni**as got me bent, straddling the fence That's what yo ass get for not making sense Later b*tch I can't necessarily get excited if it ain't make me rich Sit back, watching ni**as cap on my patient sh*t They like, dang! Where you get all that game? Born and raised in it I ain't even really scratched the surface, barely grazing it If it's funk, pull up at yo door b*tch we catering Countin bread in between her legs, while she play with it I was getting glorious gawk-gawk from a Gloria Too many drunken nights at the Waldorf Historia Pull them to the side The panties was from Victoria Pussy give me drive for the future like DeLorean's Dreaming of dating Zendaya Watching Euphoria We both from The Town, its levels she many stories up Way too horny of a Warrior, I'm a who*eior ni**as copy what I did but always do it cornier Cartier's on my cornea I'm not a normie bruh b*tches wanna hold me back Never wanna hold me up Texting G.O.A.T.'s like Ain't no fu*king way he know me bruh What the fu*k he say? Matter fact, he trying to hoe me bruh I can't let them get put me in my feelings Throwing stone me up Stone Island coat Stone Cold stunner on a s*ut I was rock hard getting su*ked At my ops candle light No shame it was fun They say, keep yo enemies close to the front So I found every zero, now I'll always be the one ni**as got me bent, straddling the fence That's what yo ass get for not making sense Later b*tch I can't necessarily get excited if it ain't make me rich Sit back, watching ni**as cap on my patient sh*t They like, dang! Where you get all that game? Born and raised in it I ain't even really scratched the surface, barely grazing it If it's funk, pull up at yo door b*tch we catering Countin bread in between her legs, while she play with it She a Wilhelmina model I took that hoe to Popeyes She a rich b*tch But I'm still gone feed her hot fries Most these rappers chicken I'm ready with the pot pies I knew I took his chick The key is that we locked eyes I'm ready for whatever, like white women up in Clueless The flow ain't have no tutor, so you know the sh*t is stupid All my ni**as shooting off the love, like they Cupid All yo ni**as young but they ain't thug, so what you doing? b*tch! I'm in Bape from 2008 9:15, all my money straight I'm feeling myself, don't got to masturbate I'm eating, I won't pass the plate Since my Grandma passed away I been on these hoes Just like birth control Yeah, that pussy fire but it isn't worth a Birkin though ni**as switching sides I-D-K which one they working for ni**as wanna play until the mother fu*king curtain close I been paying all homage to my OG's Said she likes to smoke but she can't really roll weed When she licks me up, she on both knees When I catch her out I'm like hoe, please! ni**as got me bent, straddling the fence That's what yo ass get for not making sense Later b*tch I can't necessarily get excited if it ain't make me rich Sit back, watching ni**as cap on my patient sh*t They like, dang! Where you get all that game? Born and raised in it I ain't even really scratched the surface, barely grazing it If it's funk, pull up at yo door b*tch we catering Counting bread in between her legs, while she play with it