Stick To The Models

(álbum: Future Hndrxx Presents: The WIZRD - 2019)

Ayy, bro, is that Jambo?
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Yeah, Pluto
Went through the clouds, ain't I never, never coming down
Never coming down, oh
Yeah yeah, yeah

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow
Fucking my wrist up, fucking a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter
I go to sprinting, I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava
'Cause I'm in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reaching my goals, thanking my heavenly father
I'm on my grind, ain't no slowing down, I done put up the bottle
I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma just stick to the models

I'ma just stick to the models and hit it
I'ma just stick to the guala and get it
I can't come up short, I'm going to get it
I can afford to keep all my bitches
I got her laid up, she bad and sadity
I got my weight up, I'm carrying my city
I got vicarious, my ears, they blurry
Put up, no worries, she know she insured
I keep it real, ain't talking absurd
I lost the feeling of dranking on syrup
Put up them M's, my Federal Reserve
Tell you the truth, I got caught in the urge
Tell you the truth, I come up from the dirt
She play with no panties, a lil' bitty skirt
I hit it on Xanax and I made it squirt
A really rich nigga, and I'm going berserk

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow
Fucking my wrist up, fucking a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter
I go to sprinting, I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava
'Cause I'm in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reaching my goals, thanking my heavenly father
I'm on my grind, ain't no slowing down, I done put up the bottle
I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma just stick to the models

I got two blonde snow bunnies
Sending me pics to the 'Gram
I got some bitches, they lining up
They wanna fuck me just 'cause who I am
I fucked them gold digging bitches
I never will love her or trust her, but pay her
Looking out for her, but ain't taking care of her
She know it ain't no way in hell
I keep it real with you, keep it real with me
That's all we can do
Know how to deal with you, know how to deal with me
Shawty get wet as a pool
We call it fair game
When it come down to my bros and swapping the hoes
I send my main thang to get your main thang
We gon' fuck that ho on the low

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow
Fucking my wrist up, fucking a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter
I go to sprinting, I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava
'Cause I'm in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reaching my goals, thanking my heavenly father
I'm on my grind, ain't no slowing down, I done put up the bottle
I'm on that pretty boy shit, yeah, I'ma just stick to the models

I keep it real, ain't talking absurd
I lost the feeling of dranking on syrup
Put up them M's, my Federal Reserve
Tell you the truth, I got caught in the urge
Two blonde snow bunnies
Sending me pics to the 'Gram
Deal with you
Who know how to deal with you, know how to deal with me
Shawty get wet as a pool
Who know how to
Deal with you