Nate Rose
oh, yeah I'm finna pop
Yeah baby hit the spot
Next summer in some dippin' dots
Jackpot sound comin' at you
Through a different slot
You can try your luck
But end up missing from my liver shot

Ooh yeah, oh baby it's my season
Straight up out the water
I'm so well, I'm artesian
Ya girl in my DM
Every time suspicion hit you
Ask about that shit
Gon' swear to God she got amnesia

Even if she taken I might still come for her
Like my name was Liam Neeson
I don't do no beatin' around the bush
That's a double entrendre
Bitch you wouldn't get it
If you studied it for weekends
I'ma put a pause
Every rapper out here rappin' like
They got it all, on God I'm so poor

If I don't get the recognition now, that's okay
Because my hustle real strong, I could ball
Late to a bar or club packed wall to wall
Spring back on 'em 'cause I know
Sum'll win and sum'll fall

Spring, Summer, Winter, Fall
Yeah I'm so seasoned bitch, I can do it all
Yuh, I can sell water to a fish
I can tell your girl
"Go and bend it over quick"
She gon' hit the floor
Tell her she can take it if she want it
Bet you all the money that I got up in my pocket
She gon' hit a lick

That's just what it is
That's just what it is
I ain't gotta lie to you
That's just what it is
That's just what it is
I ain't gotta lie to you
You ain't gotta ask

You could tell, you could smell
YSL, when I step into the office with my clientele
I can tell you a joke, might as well
Entertain me like Chappelle
You so thirsty for attention
In the dessert you could find a well
Alive and well, I'm fly as hell, yeah okay

My fanbase like ICP
And tell Al' gimme R.E.S.P.I.C. t
I like my leaf water hot, that's no icey tea
My I.Q. look like I'm out of an Ivy League
My swag drip like I'm comin' out of IV please
My shot a cross between CP3 and NYPD

Yeah that's just what it is
That's just what it is
I ain't gotta lie to you
That's just what it is
That's just what it is
I ain't gotta lie to you
Nuh, okay okay
Okay, okay

Spittin' my venom an' takin' 'em-
I'm jus' playin'