Messages ft. J-Riich Lyrics

Call my bros and we pull up

Shotty on his lap

Zipped up with his hood up

We didn't do shit

But you know that we could've

Yeah you know that we could've

Yeah you know that we could've

Five to six cups

Flooded on the floor

Neighbors and the police

Won't stop knocking at my door

You keep calling my phone

Leaving messages

But you don't get what the message is

Pull up with the crew we the team

It's some shit you might have heard

But it's shit you've never seen

For the music she a hoe

She a fiend

Yeah you know she want the P

Cuz it's me an 803

In the limelight

I be shinning

On my left wrist

Bar set

That's a diamond

All this yapping on

Why you whining

No matter how late

Walk in

Perfect timing

I done ran through so many bitches like a trickster

Marc Jacobs bag

And I bought these bitches Goyard

Any time of day

You know J-Riich gonna go hard

This life moving quick

Real fast like its Nascar

I've been on the road

Lotta women getting money

As a rapper that's how your life gonna go

She be hitting up my phone

She be calling out my name

Why she out here acting like my main

Pull up four seater

Cuz we end up in the back seat

Callin my name

And she scream J back me

And I got you

And beside me

Is your best friend

Why you leave a message

When you don't get the message

Yeah she messing with the flow

With the fit

With the fit

She ain't stepping on my toes

She ain't stepping on my kicks

I'm just tryna fuck

I'm not one to do the chit chat

Pull up and I dive deep

In it like splish splash

Call my bros and we pull up

Shotty on his lap zipped up with his hood up

We didn't do shit but you know that we could've

Yeah you know that we could've

Yeah you know that we could've

Five to six cups

Flooded on the floor

Neighbors and the police

Won't stop knocking at my door

You keep calling my phone

Leaving messages

But you don't get what the message is

I called my bro

And he told me that

That hoe would trip

My clothes priceless bitch

You cannot count the fit

See a table full of legends I'm like

"Where I sit?"

Table full of smokers

Need an ounce of it

Can't smoke like Snoop

They like "J-Riich a dog"

The way I get these bitches

You gotta catalog

Music on music

All I make is hits

I'm tryna go down a great

And be on everyones list

Yeah

Holt Renfrew

Spend a couple racks

Only talked to her for a day

She attached

But she spending time with me

So you know that she snatched up

Yeah you know that she snatched up

Spent a couple week ends

Writing in the deeps ends

Make a couple bangers

They like crack

And you tweaking

I'm putting shit down

Are you peeping

Are you peeping what they leaking

Call my bros and we pull up

Shotty on his lap

Zipped up with his hood up

We didn't do shit

But you know that we could've

Yeah you know that we could've

Yeah you know that we could've

Five to six cups

Flooded on the floor

Neighbors and the police

Won't stop knocking at my door

You keep calling my phone

Leaving messages

But you don't get what the message is

Call my bros and we pull up

Shotty on his lap

Zipped up with his hood up

We didn't do shit

But you know that we could've

Yeah you know that we could've

Yeah you know that we could've

Five to six cups

Flooded on the floor

Neighbors and the police

Won't stop knocking at my door

You keep calling my phone

Leaving messages

But you don't get what the message is