Complement

Girl i complement ur every curves

She says the best words and shes got the perfect curves

Woman kinda like baseball, I'm always watchin they curves

Until the day I put 100K in her purse

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gonna serve now

So you finally got the nerve

Talking about the God you serve

Better yet they work my every nerve

It's 14 racks, what I put on that purse

See me, I’d rather cut u loose than let ya body give birth

underneath all of the shit u put me through i still have feelings for u

cause girl i complement ur every curves

Killin’ y’all niggas in game, any last words

Just because you can rhyme words doesnt mean ur good

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who won

Top ranked, number one is me nigga

Little white boy, Shoutout Mac Miller

i was told imma be on top nigga

You say you got a nigga

bt u always in my arms

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

And I can't help but stare, cause

I'm in New York now, like Akeem and Semmi was

Y’all only in it for the cars

Where would I be without my dogs

ur not the big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

I like bitches in Air Maxes without socks