Tunevert lyrics

[Intro]
I want a chain, bet I'm stealin' it
The more that you call, I ain't feelin' it
I wanna, ay
Ay (Taurus)
I gave a stripper the best of me
Ay, ay
I gave a stripper the best of me
I gave a good ho the less of me
Ay, ay, yeah
Ay

[Verse]
I gave a stripper the best of me
I gave a good ho what's left of me
She wish she had a lean recipe
Crash out in SoHo, I wake up in Beverly
I want a chain, bet I'm stealin' it
The more that you call me, the more I ain't feelin' it
I got a problem remembering
Back on them bars like I'm waitin' for sentencing
SVR Range at the residence
Woke up the neighbors, they think I be sellin' sh*t
And my b*tch just found me a better b*tch
If her watch all V's, she a veteran
Trackhawk cost two cheap foreigns
Free slime, I'ma still drink for em' (Taurus)
I'm paid, but this sh*t gettin' boring
My son ain't even like his new Rick Owens
sh*t, look, ayy
Hunnid thousand time teller, and it's all rose
She'll show it, she'll sell it and I'm all for it
Just pray my brothers never get jealous, 'cause n*gga, what's mine is yours
She too pretty to be that messy, b*tch, I ain't got time for it
She too pretty to be that—, uh, b*tch, I ain't got time for it
Trackhawk, stomp the gas
She got whiplash
Bust a Presi, bet it make her old n*gga mad
Trackhawk, stomp the gas
She got whiplash
Bust a Presi, bet it make her old n*gga mad
I boss up a city girl, call me Tunevert
Haha
Ay, ay
[Outro]
I boss up a city girl, call me Tunevert
Pay the refs, and place a bet, that's how the game work