Show and Tell by Thouxanbanfauni Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You book me then you gotta book my shooter too
That's the whole gang, lil hoe plus two
Double cup runneth over cup holder it hold my juice
Ballin is a hobby bitch, it ain't no excuse
I'm having vanity affairs with these Vogue hoes
ATL, then Miami, then it's SoHo
I forgot her name so I had got her ass a snowglobe
Take your presents, got a stick, it's like the North pole
I left them SK8-Hi's for them Margielas and she say I'm different
But [?] feelings for these hoes you know I'm distant
Don't tell 'em where I get it, you wouldn't know the difference
She say I came back something new she thinks something's missin'
Miss me with that missin'
That third cup repetition
I'm bowlin, I'm golfin'
Ayy bitch, I be pitchin'
My partner got a 9 in that Saint Laurent
You call it what you want, you need more than you want
Can't let it take control, I gotta keep a pole
I know these niggas out to get me, these niggas patrol
The last thing I need is for these kids tryna be like me
I'm in the streets
I'm in the block
I'm really off this lean
I ain't no icon, I ain't even no figure
I'm tryna make them bands, them commas, racks, a couple figures
But I need to be forever remembered in them pictures
Malcolm X and A.P.C, need jeans by any means
[?] Young Martin Luther Lean
She see me with them keys
I skrt off with them keys
[Outro]
I just thought I'd let you know, I let that tech show
A nigga tryna run up on my partner let it go
I just thought I'd let you know, let that tech show
A nigga tryna run up on my partner let it go
I just thought I'd let you know, let that tech show
A nigga tryna run up on my woe I let it go
Thought I'd let you know, in case shit go woe
I might have to let that little bitch blow
I just thought I'd let you know, I let that tech show
A nigga tryna run up on my partner let it go (I let it go)
You book me then you gotta book my shooter too
That's the whole gang, lil hoe plus two
Double cup runneth over cup holder it hold my juice
Ballin is a hobby bitch, it ain't no excuse
I'm having vanity affairs with these Vogue hoes
ATL, then Miami, then it's SoHo
I forgot her name so I had got her ass a snowglobe
Take your presents, got a stick, it's like the North pole
I left them SK8-Hi's for them Margielas and she say I'm different
But [?] feelings for these hoes you know I'm distant
Don't tell 'em where I get it, you wouldn't know the difference
She say I came back something new she thinks something's missin'
Miss me with that missin'
That third cup repetition
I'm bowlin, I'm golfin'
Ayy bitch, I be pitchin'
My partner got a 9 in that Saint Laurent
You call it what you want, you need more than you want
Can't let it take control, I gotta keep a pole
I know these niggas out to get me, these niggas patrol
The last thing I need is for these kids tryna be like me
I'm in the streets
I'm in the block
I'm really off this lean
I ain't no icon, I ain't even no figure
I'm tryna make them bands, them commas, racks, a couple figures
But I need to be forever remembered in them pictures
Malcolm X and A.P.C, need jeans by any means
[?] Young Martin Luther Lean
She see me with them keys
I skrt off with them keys
[Outro]
I just thought I'd let you know, I let that tech show
A nigga tryna run up on my partner let it go
I just thought I'd let you know, let that tech show
A nigga tryna run up on my partner let it go
I just thought I'd let you know, let that tech show
A nigga tryna run up on my woe I let it go
Thought I'd let you know, in case shit go woe
I might have to let that little bitch blow
I just thought I'd let you know, I let that tech show
A nigga tryna run up on my partner let it go (I let it go)