Loitering (ft. Kodak Black)

Ayy, my niggas throwin' C's up, niggas throwin' C's up, yeah.

Every day I'm geeked up, I be ridin' with that pole, yeah.

I don't be on that weak stuff, man, you niggas be actin' like hoes and shit.

Feel like Langston Hughes, I hit the booth and spit that poetry.

I be loadin' it, proddin' on your hoe and shit.

Then I'm rollin' it, crawlin' with some bone and shit. I been up all week, tryna get me a petite phillie.

Streets don't love me back, but I'm still in love with streets.

I'm military minded, my heart is in the products. They tried to put me in a dress,

I almost took the stylist.

They tried to put me to the test, but me, I keep it solid. I'm ballin' like I'm James Harden, I bought a brand new rocket.

I don't wanna be bothered. When you see me, don't even holler. My nigga don't need much baller.

When you see me, please don't hassle. That girl got a skeet and problem.

That pussy like pina colada.

Don't bring the bitches about you, nigga, they tryna knock you off your pedestal.

Ayy, my niggas throwin' C's up, if he 'round me, then he's up, yeah. Every day I'm geeked up, I be ridin' with that pole, yeah.

I don't be on that weak stuff, man, you niggas be actin' like hoes and shit. Feel like Langston Hughes,

I hit the booth and spit that poetry.

I be loadin' it, proddin' on your hoe and shit. Then I'm rollin' it, crawlin' with some bone and shit.

I been up all week, tryna get me a petite phillie.

Streets don't love me back, but I'm still in love -with streets.

-I don't wanna play with you 'cause you might burn. Drink 'til I think about the world still turn.

See, your bitch be on the curb, same bottle, same purse, same block, same shirt, no chain, no. . .

She look like she wanna freak. Animal meet and greet.

Foolish, keep it posted, sweep a nigga up off his feet. Rocks all in my blue stick. Rock a nigga like a twistick.

I'ma break your heart, little baby, I'm coming this way, don't listen to Capic.

I don't wanna play with you 'cause you might burn.

Drink 'til I think about the world still turn.

See, your bitch be on the curb, same bottle, same purse, same block, same shirt, no chain, no. . .

I don't wanna play with you 'cause you might burn.

Drink 'til I think about the world. . .