Distractions Lyrics

Baby lemme turn you over

Ima fuck you like a G do

Body bussin' out the see thru

And she down to eat the meat too

Can't get caught up in distractions

Only thing a nigga need, blues

But lately I been scrollin'

You been all up on my feed boo

She gon ride it like corolla

She some heat, she can't keep cool

Hit my phone like motorola

Need a Z, or a P too

Know I got it for the smokers

Talkin' good dope

When we poppin' in them chokers

Know we good hoe

I been focused, steady workin'

Ain't no cool shit

In the booth, it's with a purpose

Cuz I'm too sick

Ima hit every bitch I went to school wit

And Ima shit on all the niggas I won't cool wit

Nigga envy, got my semi

Let my tool kick

If he try me, issa homi

He a fool bitch

You grimey, tryna line me

Meet yo doom shit

Get a blessing from that Pastor

In that pool pit

All them nights on Forestford

I was prayin' to the Lord

Know I gotta make it home

So I grippin' on my sword

I'm clutchin' on the chrome

Even when I hit record

Try to score

Send 150 shots right through yo ford

You know that Ima pull it

If it's conflict, don't avoid

Forty glock wit hallow bullets

And I grip it wit some poise

Lost my brother, heart is empty

Call up brodie, if you tempt me

Lito slide through wit the MP

He gon quiet allat noise

Baby lemme turn you over

Ima pin you to the mattress

Know that you a bad bitch

Spend them racks on you in Saks Fifth

Then again, can't do distractions

And I can't een do no lackin'

Nigga really just been stackin'

Cuz I gotta make it happen

She gon ride like a Ferrari

When she gone off the Bacardi

I can't wife you baby, sorry

Cuz you be at every party

Know it's on me out in traffic

Get yo head bussed

Up this semi automatic

Splatter red stuff

Ask me why a nigga cold

Cuz I miss my brodie Pablo

Nigga diss him, know it's on

When I see him, let my fye blow

Get my people outta Raleigh

Send my momma out to Cabo

Member used to push a dolly

Now I'm prolly hoppin' time zones

Hop inside the nissan

Do the dash, and I lane switch

Got my glizzy, for a peon

Ima blast, buss yo brains bitch

Ever since they killed my brother

Been on gang shit

And I can't stop, until his mother

Get them franklins

Baby lemme turn you over

Ima fuck you like a G do

Body bussin' out the see thru

And she down to eat the meat too

Can't get caught up in distractions

Only thing a nigga need, blues

But lately I been scrollin'

You been all up on my feed boo

She gon ride it like corolla

She some heat, she can't keep cool

Hit my phone like motorola

Need a Z, or a P too

Know I got it for the smokers

Talkin' good dope

When we poppin' in them chokers

Know we good hoe

Know lil Woadie gon be good

While I got breath

And Ima get her out the hood

Out them projects

Cuz them niggas going through it

Make a hot mess

But on my soul, they over do it

Get left wit hot flesh

I know my people they dependin

So G Pe$o gon perform

I be movin' like a menace

So that forty cal no showin'

Not tryna get a sentence

Wanna put my people on

Have 'em drippin' in them pendants

Rolling through the city tourin'

Baby lemme turn you over

Ima pin you to the mattress

Nigga thinkin' that he slimey

We'll leave that nigga past tense

Bro just copped a stick

And I know that he gon blast quick

He gon shoot it til it click

Betta run before that flash hit

If you try it, then we scorin'

Nigga you gon need a morgue

And yo mama gon mourn

On some sad shit

Just might pull up in them foreigns

Cuz we use to ride Accords

Not gon lie, back then was borin'

I neva had shit

Baby lemme turn you over

Ima fuck you like a G do

Body bussin' out the see thru

And she down to eat the meat too

Can't get caught up in distractions

Only thing a nigga need, blues

But lately I been scrollin'

You been all up on my feed boo

She gon ride it like corolla

She some heat, she can't keep cool

Hit my phone like motorola

Need a Z, or a P too

Know I got it for the smokers

Talkin' good dope

When we poppin' in them chokers

Know we good hoe