Socialize

Oh woah yeah
Look

Actin' all sadity when a nigga in your city
Fame goin' to her head
Thankful I ain't buy them titties
And I don't pillow talk with a ho
That's a no no in the mornin', Shade Room
She be tellin' all your business
And now I got a couple chickens
That I'm flyin' out the coop
Got some niggas that can fight
Got some killers that can shoot
And bitches all on my 'Gram
I'm tryna make a hundred million
Got bitches on top of bitches
I'm stackin' 'em to the ceilin' (Baby, baby)
Always a nigga tryna hate on me
And every time we pull a burner on 'em
They want peace bad bitches see the ice
They wanna skate on me
I hit the G with my D, now she won't leave
But I don't trip
I just let her stay and sip codeine
You know she can give me head
But she can't smoke my weed
In that penthouse suite
I'm the man with the models
And we don't fuck with you, nigga, we
Know you tell on your partners, ow!

We always fussin' and arguin'
Then we kiss and make up
And every time I go out with my
Homies, I'ma have the party lit
Goin' way up
But why you actin' so surprised?
I gave you my heart, girl
I put it right in front of you
Told some lies
Now we in the club tryna socialize

Look, look now these bitches wanna show's up
'Cause they see me on the
Road and I'm jewelled up
And all these bitches on my
Line like they know us
But I don't want your pussy
I'ma let the crew fuck you up
She so with it, my bitch bad, she gon' get it
Her lil' sister, she thick now
Need those digit's
This money comin' so quick now
Need more spinach we turn a bitch to a bust
Down if Chris hit it
And I ain't never 'bout to save no bitch
But if she bringin' back money
We gon' all get rich
I need a new whip, new chain
Talkin' 'bout the rap game
Keep a bitch ten toes
Down, I'm speakin' facts, mane
And you won't ever 'bout to break my niggas
And all this money
I'm about to fresh to death my bitches
This the West Coast trap game
Hit 'em on the crack cane
Spendin' young money and shit
Call me Mack Maine

We always fussin' and arguin'
(Woah, yeah) , then we kiss and make up (Oh)
And every time I go out with my
Homies, I'ma have the party lit
Goin' way up (yeah)
But why you actin' so surprised? (Oh, baby)
I gave you my heart (yeah) , girl
I put it right in front of you (You)
Told some lies (Now we) now we in the club
(yeah) tryna socialize (Look)

'Fore she used to be a solid bitch
But now she fuckin' with my tolerance (Yeow)
Like I ain't the nigga
That's bringin' dollars in (Ow)
Took her from that regular
Life to livin' extravagant
Now you wanna flex on a nigga
Like you the baddest bitch (Ow)
OHB, that's outta here, bitch
I got some new freaks
Porsche 911, sittin' pretty on them new feet
Too geeked, fucked for a hour
Then let the crew skeet (Oh)
Cosey got four on the way
While I got two suites
Black nigga in white linen with white women
And I ain't trippin'
I like women that like women
Ooh, baby, they all losers, we like winnin'
If I kill the pussy, baby
That's a life sentence
Greenlight, yeah, that's night vision (Woo)
Hi Tech, yeah, I like sippin' (Woo)
Sold dope for them gold ropes
I like pitchin' (Woo)
Whippin' the block in four pots
(Ah) , this my kitchen fuck with us (Oh)

We always fussin' and arguin'
(yeah) , then we kiss and
Make up (Oh, no, no, no)
And every time I go out with my homies
(yeah) , I'ma have the party lit
Goin' way up (Why)
But why you actin' so surprised?
I gave you my heart, girl
I put it right in front of you
Told some lies
Now we in the club (yeah) tryna socialize

Big buck, bitch teeth crooked
I ain't let her suck it (Uh, huh)
And I ain't payin' for the Uber
Never told her that I love her (Fuck out)
Kick her out mad every night
She go and get her brother (yeah)
Locked up with the reds
You know I watched a nigga fuck her
Dawg, I go hard, I am all of the above
Shoulder playin' slingin' rods
I am all of the above (Bop-bop)
I be solo in the game
I be whippin' up in Ranges
Name's holdin' weight
Kickin' fly conversation
Took a plane when it came
I ain't doin' no complainin'
He don't wanna front it
I'ma take it when I'm aimin' (Give it up)
I move real cool
Handle business like a gangster
Like shoes on the 'Vette
That's a Lamb' to the jakes
I be workin' out, wearin' slay ups doin' reps
Like the bench press
Killer stayin' in your chest
(Boom boom boom)
No one came in, flip it for another set
Street certified, real nigga with respect
(O oh)

We always fussin' and arguin'
(Fussin' and arguin')
Then we kiss and make up
And every time I go out with my
Homies, I'ma have the party lit
Goin' way up (O oh)
But why you actin' so surprised?
I gave you my heart (My heart) , girl
I put it right in front of you (My heart)
Told some lies
Now we in the club (O oh) tryna socialize