Compel

Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye

Watch me roll a hundred blunts by the summer
Yeah she wanna fuck me bad she might wanna
Fingers crossed, rocking mufuckin ice
Make ya finger turn frost
Buss it down slice a knife
Buss it down I chop ya up
Bubble butt
Baby I could take it all
You just
You just got to give it up
You just got to give it up
You just got to give it up

Got to give it up
You just got to give it up
Got to give it up
You just got to give it up
You just got to give it up
You just got to give it up
Got to give it up
You just got to be enough
Got to be enough
You just got to be enough
You just got to be enough

You just got to be
Enough for a nigga
Enough for my plan
Enough with thеse bitches
Thesе bitches ain’t my friend
Tell me false stories I got time to pretend
You can tell me all about it I don’t wanna make amends
I don’t want another girl
I don’t need another hoe

I got bitches to compel can you tell
How you tell
You wear Chanel
Louis bag
Fresh yeah you smell
Louis bag wrapped around your hand
Chrome hearts stitching on my pants
Toolie tucked down
And she wanna go to Spain
Go to Spain by the morning
By the morning
Late night calls on the phone
Late night calls on the phone
Late night cruising with Valon
Pour me more Patron