But of Course

Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah, yeah (I ain't waiting) Yo [Verse 1: Willie the Kid] The flight taking off in Dallas Never a dull moment Ladies, meet the fellas I bought a Jeep off these acapellas By King street, pastries, Carmella's (Exquisite) Shopping out in Charleston while you borrowing I ain't buying out the bar, bitch, I bought the bar That was a bar for you niggas Ain't no [?] and feather I remember when we started, we was all together But things fall apart like Achebe These days, though is web based My chick must be crazy, complete head case I got thе hair just in case she might really mеant it Goin for real this time [?] The hate is real but the love is rented Eyes squint, fine print, terms and conditions Listen [Verse 2: Ransom] Miss me with that small talk nigga I'm still a giant stepper Applying pressure with verses hotter than cayenne pepper Try the texture, silkiest fabrics, we not the same cloth Inside a Tesla, Willie's a savage ravage your main whore The Spain loft? Egyptian marble marvel at main floor Get paid off, a pyramid scheme, a dream that we made off Often reminisce about times that I had to hide from killers Now we spillin' champagne inside a villa that's [?] Ronald Isley between the sheets she askin for Bryson Tiller She thinking Imma put her body inside chinchilla? Not a chance, we had the crepes soon as we got to France Stop it Ran', we don't eat carbs, we had the lobster clams Coppin' grams, same old rhetoric from these derelicts You sellin' bricks, Maison Margiela kicks, yeah we get it prick I think y'all need some better shit, me and Willie entrepeneurs Some old players with money, tell your aunts that you knew us
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Credits
- Writers
- Willie the Kid
- Ransom