TrxggaTre - Pier 7. lyrics

{Intro} Yea, fresh off the jet...straight from Frisco, you already know what it is... {Verse} Look, I got ni**as on the fence like they run from police How this ni**a so hard if he ain’t from the streets Bought a place in the game I ain’t paying a lease b*tch I’m a pit bull begging you let go of the leash Cause after that I eat, some mo' come, repeat 100 miles still running boy I smell defeat No pun intended but these boys ain’t got no soul Wearing all this fake gold but ain’t got no goals Damnnn, if you ain’t got it, you ain’t got it The theory is simple, if you ain’t poppin', you ain’t poppin' ni**as looking for thе plug but ain’t tryna be the socket You ni**as tryna comе up off of another mans pocket but sh*t That’s just some sh*t that I had to address Bench pressing flow, had to get it off of my chest Every time they throw shots, verses on the contest All these hating ni**as foul, let this song be the ref But sh*t I’m too distracted by this girls accent Shawty never backs down, i’m tryna blow her back in Plus she know a ni**a doing numbers like the stats man So she wanna eat a ni**a up like Mrs Pac-Man And if you say I didn’t hit it best, then you capping And if you faking them moans then you should try acting baby It's like you get me every time I'm looking at ya body and ya got me hypnotized To no surprise shawty asking me to come through And like coins in the couch I always fall through Plus her momma ain't at home so its all cool So I hit it all day until we both snooze And its no news that only I can hit that Yo ex call, but you know that that you ain't gonna call back So just call me when you stressed, you know I can fix that And hey, so tell me is you wit that...look, so tell me is you wit that I text ya phone baby did you get that Huh, cause you know you miss that, and in that, then you know I hit back