Power Lyrics

Hotbox the car, Imma stink up the class

Teach need a dub, and that's the aftermath

Walk round the world, I don't need me no pass

Walk round yo girl put she my hand on her ass

I'm not the one that be talking a lot

I'm out the mix, I just sit back and watch

Don't care for diamonds, still hard then a rock

And this stick got an arm, but the drum gone kick box

Talking my feelings don't make me feel different

Money been healing, won't change for no millions tho

Hoes come and go, different colors, chameleons

Old hoe dramatic, think she was Siberian

You say you a tiger like why is you lion

On beats Imma slider I feel like Lord Byron

Herm got some bad ones, I can't even be lying

I type seen the Springs but wassup wit Verina

I'm at yo door like a Ring, or the pizza man

Blow yo ass down, smithereens, watch the pieces dance

Cut off his hands, that boy tried with his reaching ass

I go to sleep, you gone lecture or teach me man?

I speak some heat better read it man

Burn up the beat, if I write it would burn my hand

With the pen I'm like Jonathan Burningham

If you don't understand, go play the song again

Gave you new chance you did wrong again

Get yo ass clapped, like both chances is palm of hand

She don't even know what Palm Angels is

These boys ain't demons, unreleased Fear of God I'm in

If I had to do it all again, wouldn't unroll it I'd rap it round it with a Raw

My first show, I was in there with all my dawgs

Know it's real when they there because you the cause

Shorty gushing, but no I don't use the gauze

Any problem, she resort to use her jaws

Know a couple of people hit in the stalls

And you ask me why I don't treat hoes like dolls?

Why?

Should I be treating you like you is different

I'm in all black to pop out, she don't know what the deal is

My dukes say is you on a mission?

I became Jitness, I ain't have to pick it

But now these dudes mad they thot done got picky

Shit, I'm a problem and I cannot fix

If you do not rock with me guess you against me

Beat up the beat, need a cease and desist

Like she went through my phone bruh I'm pleading the fifth

Less than a week for to get off a zip

What can I say, I been paid and I'm lit

Ain't sipping on shit, cause I'm straight out the mud

I ain't smoke in two months, they like why?

Just cause

She have withdrawals, she need my touch

And it's so fucked up she don't ask for ask for no love

Lay out the facts, red carpet, no rug

THC tea, with some ice in my mug

Face down in sheets, she get up from me beating that backend

Face smashed in like a Pug

Baby bring the racks in, ain't no lacking in here

Hoe you know they don't show no love

FN-tastic, hoe I'm like a blacksmith, boy I be crafting my shit off muscle

She acting mad, she don't want me to touch her

Get up to leave, she like why you don't love me?

Manipulate and you late, that's ugly

Find place to stay, you played

Dummy

Hold on, run it

Yeah, we can talk about money

Yeah, only if you can keep it a hundred

That faking and playing ain't right for my stomach

I might get to throwing up lead if it's round me

Fresher then Downy

Drip make a mess, so go get you some Bounty

Holdon, Henrico county

I had to make it out couldnt be lounging

I gotta grab my accountant

These numbers cannot be like how they sounding

I flipped the tables when they tried to clown me

So when it's cloudy you won't find me frowning

To be honest, this song is a flex

I just keep doing better they don't know what's next

One of a kind, you can't take me no vet

They ain't seen no stepper with this strong of legs

Ain't seen no better when it come to head

Change out the sheets, leave a scene on the bed

I'm on repeat, you see me in the car

And it even be better, I know who you are

Like

She know I roll up the Raw, and she tryna ask me what the stars like

She know she got me on call for whatever I'm on know she on, like

She tryna physically feel on me, I just be giving her songs, like

If I would take what she give to me I would be doing her wrong, like

Like, Like

Yeah

Yeah

Hotbox the car, Imma stink up the class

Teach need a dub, and that's the aftermath

Walk round the world, I don't need me no pass

Walk round yo girl put she my hand on her ass

I'm not the one that be talking a lot

I'm out the mix, I just sit back and watch

Don't care for diamonds, still hard then a rock

And this stick got an arm, but the drum gone kick box

Talking my feelings don't make me feel different

Money been healing, won't change for no millions tho

Hoes come and go, different colors, chameleons

Old hoe dramatic, think she was Siberian

Gang