Lately I'm feelin' so stout and she tellin' me to get a grill
She put my head on the blouse and she tellin' me to get a grill
I think that I'm missin' out when I'm out, she was too good to do
I never understood why niggas tell me he blew out a chick
* all that Amy and *, we can shoot from the hip
Find niggas in a photo with the bros, the crew on the wheel
Everything come to me easy, think I'm gettin' too good at this
Yeah, ain't that what it is
Shooters in the car like boy, he's a tellin' when to go like 40, though
Baby had a nigga need course, he ain't even 5'3 on his toe
Marriage to the game, it caught me, she don't get a ring like Barclay, though
Niggas ain't eatin' like Arby, I just put on weight, that's all I know
Lately, I'm feelin' so stout and she tellin' me to get a grip
She put my head on the blouse and she tellin' me to get a grip
I think that I'm missin' out when I'm out, she was too good to do
Yeah
Niggas get a deal and sign they whole life away
Man, I feel like A.I. need to isolate
City lit like we stuck a fork in the microwave
With my clique like I'm bout to hit fire, you'll say
Cute as hell with the dance moves and the model face
Nelly Fatah, no waste, I'm a Chicago great
She sent a text, when she comin' home, she gon' ride my face
We was young niggas on the CTA tryna find our place
Lately, I'm feelin' so stout and she tellin' me to get a grip
She put my head on the blouse and she tellin' me to get a grip
I think that I'm missin' out when I'm out, she was too good to do
I think that I'm missin' out when I'm out, she gon' ride my face