Slow Down

For me

Baby, you ain't got no good for me

Yah, yah, yah

(That boy Cash)

Slow down

Try to get to know me, maybe put your phone down

Once we build a bond, I could give you four rounds

Like slow down (slow down)

Baby, slow down (slow down)

Like slow down (slow down)

Yeah, you pulled up on me like you know me, I was by my doley

Asked me for a picture, checked my Rollie and said, "Okey-dokey"

That fan love, I decide to give my fan a hug

She said she gon' post it when I really get my bands up

Name Miranda with the body of a dancer

She was smokin' hot but not the type to give you cancer

Besides that, her shit fat with a six-pack

Yeah, she threw it at me 'fore we even got to chit-chat

Like ooh, girl, you might as well forget that

Said she got a man, I'm thinkin' he could have his bitch back

Future lookin' bright, and I ain't even 'bout to risk that

Shorty, you a dime, so fine, learn to take your time

Goin' in so fast, is potential goin' in the trash

I ain't even act, that shit make me wanna do the dash

I need a bitch to hold the grip when shit get lit

The type that I ain't got to worry when she kiss me on my lips

Like slow down

Try to get to know me, maybe put your phone down

Once we build a bond, I could give you four rounds

Like slow down (slow down)

Baby, slow down (slow down)

Like slow down (slow down)

Yeah, I mean it's crazy 'cause I never tried to play you

You ain't never fall through, I was only tryna save you

And this 1942 got me stuck up in my ways

Had dreams and nightmares like we back up in the days

Figured you would hold it down, I was bound to beat the case

Bitch, you tryna sneak diss, I should punch you in your face

Made me call another bitch and tell her put you in your place

'Member everything was fine, 'member everything was great

And I peeped it in your eyes, you resemblin' a snake

How you link another nigga 'cause he said he got an eighth

You ain't wanna keep it real, you ain't figure it was safe

I just rap about my pain 'cause I know others could relate

But fuck it, nah, bitch, you stayin' on this subject

You fuckin' with a brokey, his pockets is on a budget

I got my money up and I'm poppin', these bitches love it

I got my money up and I'm poppin', these bitches love it

Slow down

Try to get to know me, maybe put your phone down

Once we build a bond, I could give you four rounds

Like slow down

Baby, slow down (slow down, slow down)

Slow down (slow down)

Slow down

Like slow down, baby, slow down

Slow down, slow down

Slow down, slow down

I know you ain't good for me, no good for me (I know)

I know you ain't good for me, no good for me (I know)

I know you no good for me, no good for me (I know)

I know you ain't good for me, no good for me

Yeah-yeah

You pulled up on me like you know me, I was on my doley

Asked me for a picture, checked my Rollie and said, "Okey-dokey"

That fan love, I decide to give my fan hug

When I really get my bands up, name Miranda

Lil Tjay