Lemme Focus Lyrics

Yeah, I hate it when she blow my phone begging for dick

Girl, you know I'm on the grind and I'm tryna get rich

Rather you say the food ready and my plate getting fixed

Then I might hit it on the stove that you bribing me with

This how that side of me get

I got as much faith in you as a lottery pick

Cause you done looked me in my eyes and still lied to me quick

Cuz my phone steady ringing, I ain't missing no licks

I ain't seen her in some days so she throwing a fit

She said you always on your phone why you don't answer my shit

Like You probably outside probably fucking a bitch

Had to tell her slow down bitch get off my dick

Hold up

Move wrong, get you gone real quick

I might play a little dumb, but be on to shit

Catch me riding through the city clutching chrome and shit

Or I'm probably out the country phone roaming and shit

Or I'm probably out in Rome phone roaming and shit

Probably rig the home up like home alone and shit

While I'm gone keep it going real motion and shit

I could take a vacation and come home to shit, mmm

Super stealthy, bustin' plays, I ain't never made a spot

I could work a laptop on the e-way off a hot spot

I could turn your wifey to a thot thot

And fuck her in your bed Cause she can't come back to my spot

Me missing out on any bag, yeah I think not

Smelling like Chanel with a bitch that smell like Baccarat

A lot of bitches cute but the bad bitches getting guap

Said I wanna sleep alone and she feel like I put her out

Hurt your feelings again that is not my motive

Just that pussy so good you need to let me focus

Focus

Focus

I hate it when she blow my phone begging for dick

Girl you know I'm on the grind and I'm tryna get rich

Rather you say the food ready and my plate getting fixed

Then I might hit it on the stove that you bribing me with

When them crops came in I got flooded

Got OG gas, got Za, got Bubba

Open up the bag cause the shit smellin' lovey

But a nigga try taking I'ma leave your ass bloody

Fuckin' on this baddie I done bust on the couch

Told her don't get mad baby just flip the cushion

Riding down ten while I'm smoking on the wood

And I'm gripping on the wheel while I'm playing with the pussy

I think my nine handsome and my five seven pretty

But I ever pull em out the shit getting ugly

Hopping out that Beamer with that brand new blammer

If I wasn't born a hustler then I would've been a scammer

Got a white girl driving with a police scanner

Hope the move goes smooth cause I ain't have the time to plan it

They done ran out of big blues I poured it in a Fanta

I get loaded and ask questions you ain't never got the answers

I'm like look me in my eyes and just tell me what you want from me

And I'll, tell you what I need from you

Tell me what you want from me, And I'll

Tell you what I need from you

Tell me what you want from me, And I'll

Tell you what I need from you

Tell me what you want from me, And I'll

Tell you what I need from you