“don’t be long” Lyrics by Saba
That mean that’s something I can’t sell
-face-, ***
You ain’t even seen real like this
Y’all better get on the internet
Get on my *** to see some real ***
Sit yo’ *** ass
Get y’all YouTube watching ass, vlog watching ass
*** you talkin’ ’bout?
On the couch TV watchin’ ass
Stop ***’ playin’ with me
It’s very, uh
Or like for instance, like how we was growing up
My grandma would see my uncle, and she’ll be like
“Boy gon’ smoke outside”
And then for me, when she see me she’ll be like, she’ll be like
“Boy, don’t ever go outside”
And like, what’s funny is now, my *** will call me and he’ll be like
“***, hoes outside”
(I mean, he really not even my homie like that, I don’t even know why he called me)
And my girl over here, she at the crib
She’ll be like “My love, don’t be long”
Yeah, ha-ha-ha (This *** washed, washed)
***, Dion probably call me and say something like
“You need to figure out your brand”
And what’s funny is Noname called me today
I need to call her back
Hold on y’all, Coffee wanna say hi
Come say soemthin’ in the mic then, come on
(I will, I will)
Don’t be actin’ shy now, come on
(I will, free rock, I don’t)
Hold on, my dad callin’ me, he probaly’ll say somethin’ like
“Boy, don’t let them control your mind”
Hmm
And then what’s funny, if my momma call, she’ll be like
“Why the *** you ain’t answerin’ your phone?”
Right, but if Cristela call, she gon’ be talkin’ ’bout that designer ***, and she gon’ say somethin’ like
“We need a decision over I”
I already know, ***, it’s all good
My cuz called me from the joint, he said
“Comin’ home this time”