[Chorus: Gzus Piece]
If I was your nigga
Then I probably wouldn’t have so many fucking bitches
All a nigga want but while I trying to fuck this chick
All up in my phone being thirsty, being mystic
Get a remiss stick
[Verse: Chris Crack]
Don’t ever tell me pass the dope
Your wife can tell you ‘bout my everlasting stroke
This a pastor quote, ain’t no bad bitches in my section
Just pretty girls that’s overweight, I know my space
Just hold my plate, don’t show my face, mask on
Never off, just let me in, don’t press me cause
My life ain’t fair, they trying to bring me out my shell
Don’t touch my hair neither, real diva shit
Nobody seen this coming, with the dirt they threw on my name
I’m making sand castles, on my off time
Catch me building a fort then maybe
Perusing at Joanne’s Fabric, I’m playing football up in Target
I’m the hardest, tell me different there’s no witnesses
Could make the scriptures, it was your shadows from a distance
Now she miss us, didn’t keep her head up on the swivel
If I was your nigga that wouldn’t have happened
I told you I got it, flow through your body
Show ‘em your style they taking the copy
They know that I’m ‘bout it, don’t try to holler
This pimping is silent, nobody can knock it
[Chorus: Gzus Piece]
If I was your nigga
Then I probably wouldn’t have so many fucking bitches
All a nigga want but while I trying to fuck this chick
All up in my phone being thirsty, being mystic
Get a remiss stick