TABS Lyrics

Got a few pounds on me nigga, I been moving up

Ain't no tweeting in the studio until the music done

I don't even need a gun, my niggas shoot'm up

My main shorty like computers, she be bootin' up

New whip so stupid and it maneuver dumb

F&N grip so big, can't use my thumb

Weight ain't even weight now, you get used to tonnes

Niggas talk slick wit me and they lose a tongue

Say everything wit my chest, sorry to Janet Jackson

Don't even hit the zigzag, this a semi 'matic

My old shorty slept all day, she a xanny addict

I can get your nigga top twisted like candy wrappers

Nina staying on my hip boy, we just fanny pack it

Donnie might be Johnson how he can handle magic

New money meet old money, I do geriatrics

Crop top, lil' shorts, big belt— I look very balanced

Plate got a bunch of color on it, it's a varied palette

In the gym, got a big back and it carry Dallas

Niggas try to cross me, momma ain't Mary Magdalene

I can disrespect a opp, nigga he get buried backwards

You don't get no heads up nigga, just prepare the ratchet

We don't even keep tabs, your momma shared the address

Ooh, yeah

We don't even keep tabs, your momma shared the address

We don't even keep tabs, your momma shared the address

Donnie

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