Sets Up lyrics

[Intro]
Brr, hmm
Hmm, hmm
Ayy
Oh yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
Baby, don’t fret
Just take a deep breath
I know you’ve been hurt
Just give me what’s left (Oh yeah, ayy)
The bodies I’ve felt
The souls that I’ve kept
Don’t love me, I’m dead
I just care ‘bout myself
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Post Chorus]
But I rep my set
It’s all on my neck
Strap is on deck
Shawty, drop neck
Bodies drop fast
Covered in cash
f*ck her, then dash
f*ck love, I’m sad (Skrrt)
[Verse 1]
She love me I’m bad
I don’t love her back
I’m all in my bag
Just to f*ck up my racks (Rrr)
Get the f*ck off my sack
Run up, get wacked
I ran up a stack (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
b*tch the come up was fast
She grab on my di*k and she hold on my chain (Woah)
She don’t know sh*t, but she think that I’m paid (hey)
I don’t pay her sh*t, she just do this for fame
Give no f*cks, cause I’m high as f*ck off all this cocaine, (Woah)
Put a hole in my brain, (Woah)
Now I can finally think straight
Girls from back home say, they noticed I changed
'Cause the f*ck hoes love clout, man, these hoes not the same

[Refrain]
Now it’s all about a dollar
Cuban link my collar
And these hoes love my persona
n*ggas hate me, they start drama, but, uh
My n*gga a shotta, yeah (Pew-pew-pew)
Shut up or get shot up, (Bang-bang)
We smell blood, like a piranha
And you smell like Benihana
[Chorus]
Baby, don’t fret
Just take a deep breath
I know you’ve been hurt (Brr)
Just give me what’s left
The bodies I’ve felt
The souls that I’ve kept
Don’t love me, I’m dead
I just care ‘bout myself
Baby, don’t fret
Just take a deep breath
I know you’ve been hurt
Just give me what’s left (Oh yeah, hey)
The bodies I’ve felt
The souls that I’ve kept
Don’t love me, I’m dead
I just care ‘bout myself

[Post Chorus]
But I rep my set
It’s all on my neck
Strap is on deck
Shawty, drop neck, ayy
Bodies drop fast
Covered in cash
f*ck her, then dash
f*ck love, I’m sad
[Verse 2]
Girl, that ass fat, sit on my lap
She said what’s that
It’s my di*k or my gat
I’m popping no cap
I got it no cap
Red on yo hat, if I squeeze its no cap
Shawty know I flex, flex, flex, flex, flex
I don’t want pus*y just neck, neck, neck
I don’t give a di*k unless its wet, wet, wet
Like drip, drip, drip that’s the best sex, yet
Lemme see your ID, b*tch, I need proof
Oh you’re 19, perfect, that’s cool
Hey, hop in my coupe (Skrrt)
Shawty, just you
Time to get loose
Shawty, I’m in that mood, oh

[Outro]
Now it’s all about a dollar
Cuban link my collar
And these hoes love my persona
n*ggas hate me, they start drama, but, uh
My n*gga a shotta, yeah
Shut up or get shot up
We smell blood, like a piranha
And you smell like Benihana, huh