Gotta Second Lyrics

20's up, 30's plus

I don't gossip, I just like green in a bag no tea

It gotta be like worth my time if I pop out or its a fee

If I don't like you it's on sight that's the only way I see

Count your blessings every day cause tomorrow's never given

Never promised I can show you how it all goes away

Dawg really wanna be on my bad side today

This ain't up for discussion see these drums my percussion

If your body language's wrong you got a second to correct it

We in the lead, I know I'm dope

I'm on a triple scale, okay, on the beat eat like a buffet

Way too chilled out of the way I'm on liftoff

I read between them lines don't get me pissed off

I'm with this shit, dawg, my flow been wet just like a spitball

Up the score, on them ring the bell, everything for sale

She got a BBL, but askin' me, cash for nails

Her bag says Chanel, but the loot don't match her intel

Transparent, wanna know her mind, brain, dumb as hell

B-Benji's up blue belaire, a lot of things in here bizarre

Out of my element, drove too far, beep, beep, beep, I'm back to the car

Blow some sticky shit, smell that skunk, that's a 90s flick

Mama was a gangsta, Auntie Rose used to have the switch

Uncle Lee had the choppers, different types of sticks will mop ya

Where you from, don't determine how you come out not your outro

Grown as hell, elevate its up

That's a subject matter, cease the chatter

They ain't fuckin' with me, reach me with no ladder

Never promised I can show you how it all goes away

Dawg really wanna be on my bad side today

This ain't up for discussion see these drums my percussion

If your body language's wrong you got a second to correct it

We in the lead

30s up

30s up

40s up

50s up