Belair ft. S. Finesse Lyrics

(Woah)

(Wooah)

(Woah)

All this codeine got me trippin'

Shawty show me that you different

You call my phone, I don't listen

You should prolly lose my digits, 'cause

I done lost my interest, 'cause

You ain't worth a minute, for

Shit like yo time finished up

Can't live how I'm livin', huh

(Woah wooah)

What's with all that dissin,' huh

(Woah wooah)

You should keep yo distance, huh

It ain't what you thought it was

And you ain't what I thought you was

Shoulda known that you a dub

Fuck it I'm gon' run it up

Big blue bills, vacuum seals

Out in DC smokin' kill

What's the deal, fuck how you feel

Bitch I'm gon' ball like Bradley Beal

Brand new wheels, cost a meal

Ticket I whip it, I'm making 'em squeal

I'm taking off in this ship like I'm Neil

I ain't gon' stop being me for a deal

Bad bitch drop the lo, now I'm on go, and she on go fasho

We fuck to my songs, I sing to her like I'm Post Malone

All of these biddies be hoes, and I can't fold

Hoe I can't go for none

I'm tryna rock out these shows, go on the road

Fuck foreign hoes in a Rolls

We just been chasing the gold, we on a roll

Fuck all that shit you been told

Hop in that Wraith and go ghost, I feel like Ghost

I got the power but I need some more

I feel like Chano, I'm just havin' fun with it

On a different type of time, no they can't fuck with this

Wake up roll another face

Take it to the brain, put it in the space (Aye aye)

I be movin' with a haste

Don't got time to waste, racing to the cake (Aye aye)

If she basic she a lame

I don't got the patience for it, I need change

You ain't on the same shit I'm on

Get away, 'cause you just in the way

Big blue bills, vacuum seals

Out in DC smokin' kill

What's the deal, fuck how you feel

Bitch I'm gon' ball like Bradley Beal

Brand new wheels, cost a meal

Ticket I whip it, I'm making 'em squeal

I'm taking off in this ship like I'm Neil

I ain't gon' stop being me for a deal