POST-IT NOTES.

Lyrics

Need my bitch to look like May Calamawy But I'm gon' fall for another white bitch prolly Homie I'm surrounded by cocaine shawties Need that curly, brown and thick But I won't say no to snow bunnies Records spinnin' I've stacked so much wax in this hoe I could prolly open my own Madame Tussauds But my figures is real, none of this is for show I'm not seeing enough lames reap what they sow Chicken burger and a can of sprite With a side of fries, on a Sunday night I see a couple eyes, when my lockscreen lights up I'm watching Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai I'm giving y'all drafts just to stay active Throwaway beats on your Instagram feed Plus I'm honing my visual's expertise If I'm honest I could prolly release like a hundred of these These ain't even songs, these are post-it notes I scribble and ''Oh! We got another one bro!'' I add it to the hard drive, it ain't seein' the light Until I wake up one day, and post it for likes Just to boost my ego, if it flops take it down If it don't then I'll blow, I'm not changing the sound I'll be hanging around I'll be hanging around I'll be hanging around I'll be hanging around