[Intro]

Keep those fiction raps

If I come through with the pen that’s a different wap

Man wanna talk about money but I wouldn’t put money on that

Man wanna talk about flows but they know that my ting’s tapped

[Verse 1]

On the A13, coming off at the next exit

Thought that she wanted me, but she just wanted guestlist

When I’m in the booth with Teej, I don’t wanna get no message

Man wanna cat my team, but they can’t run these methods

My newest ting got the best of sauce and you know she’s from west of course

Got a bit of batty and breast of course, she got pee, she can flex of course

She don’t snapchat me and we move low like a packs on me

She loves putting her back on me and she loves ink like Kat Von D

Niggas watch me like obbo, I pick the gear they follow

I been in the booth just getting out more, I got the flow they borrow

Remember when I stopped spitting, had man itching, juice went missing

Then I came back and got vicious when I start switching, my ting’s different

These days 24/7 I run my works

Had a break last week, I met with Shea and we got burst

Hot boxed the whip, went back to the crib and she grabbed my shirt

She was like “what do you wanna take off first?”, I was like blouse and skirt

[Hook]

Yes indeed, I got the recipe

Tempos change but nobody’s been testing me

Blessed indeed, make the beat rest in peace

And life is calm, I ain’t got a girl stressing me

Yes indeed, I got the recipe

Tempos change but nobody’s been testing me

Blessed indeed, make the beat rest in peace

And life is calm, I ain’t got a girl stressing me

[Verse 2]

The bans off

She told me that I’m too boujee, I told her “and what? Hands off”

Shorty must’ve heard ‘Fall For You’ and now it’s got her thinking that I’m Vandross

I tell her that ain’t just got any girl, that’s for babygirl, I’m the man love

(Yeah) and I ain’t no dibby dibby rapper

Niggas thinking shit’s sweet because I’m a singy singy rapper

But that’s when it gets ugly, when a man comes through and tries mug me

I been busy with the pen doing fuckery

Blood look at the flick of the wrist trust me

A man got gassed and her wrapped on a track cause I made it look easy

And another man got pissed off ‘cause his girl won’t switch off, I been on repeat

Me and my niggas do equal splits, I ain’t got a brudda being all greedy

If I need something cheeky, I holla at Pep or I holla at Weezy

‘Cause mans a fresh prince like Fresh Prince

Came with the feel like Fresh Prince

Spin an MC like Fresh Prince

You made one hit and been dead since

I do not act all precious, I made one flow and then left it

Nigga ain’t got that tekkers

Hold up this is the best bit

[Hook]

Yes indeed, I got the recipe

Tempos change but nobody’s been testing me

Blessed indeed, make the beat rest in peace

And life is calm, I ain’t got a girl stressing me