Last Seal lyrics

[Intro]
(What do you Desire? b*tch, haha)
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmmmm, mmmmm
Mmmmm

[Chorus]
She acceptin' all of my flaws
And she mad at me 'cause I missed her call, I was noddin' off
I just bought a brand new crib, that bih too big it came wit' a loft
(Yeah, it came wit' a loft)
Really rich, I took the paper route, yeah I swear I feel just like Dolph
If you against us, you already lost
I keep an FN right under my umbrella
We ain't lackin' up in no weather
I mix the Celine but wit' Margiela
Aye, I heard he got jammed up and started tellin'
I'm a lil' jit, most of my n*ggas, they felons
And probably won't make it to heaven
And it ain't they fault
Thеy just be playin' the cards that they was dеalt
sh*t, they can't help it (They can't help it)

[Verse]
I just copped a brand new crib off keepin' it real
I know my b*tch and my fans, they hate when I sip if we bein' real, so I'm tryna chill (So I'm tryna chill)
And I'm on my last seal, on my last pill
In the withdraws, sh*t, it get real
Takin' all these drugs, ain't just for the thrill (Ain't for the thrill)
Hell no, this sh*t ain't for fun
Young n*gga sip for the trend
n*gga, no need for a vest, we aim in the head now we go for the win (We go for the win)
[?] now finesse and my lil' n*gga droppin' checks
No, I ain't even worried 'bout no rap n*gga, I'm tryna flex on my ex (n*gga, I'm tryna flex on my ex)
[Bridge]
(Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm)
(Aye, no I ain't even worried 'bout no rap n*gga, I'm tryna flex on my uh)
(Aye, I ain't worried 'bout no rap n*gga, I'm tryna flex on my mmm)
(Ain't worried 'bout no rap n*gga, I'm tryna flex on my mmm, ha)

[Chorus]
She acceptin' all of my flaws
And she mad at me 'cause I missed her call, I was noddin' off
I just bought a brand new crib, that bih too big it came wit' a loft
(Yeah, it came wit' a loft)
Really rich, I took the paper route, yeah I swear I feel just like Dolph
If you against us, you already lost
I keep an FN right under my umbrella
We ain't lackin' up in no weather
I mix the Celine but wit' Margiela
Aye, I heard he got jammed up and started tellin'
I'm a lil' jit, most of my n*ggas, they felons
And probably won't make it to heaven
And it ain't they fault
They just be playin' the cards that they was dealt
sh*t, they can't help it (They can't help it)