CFB Lyrics
Yeah, I see you, but you don’t see me
Don’t talk ’bout racks when that talk is cheap
Yeah, I see shook ones tryna mob like deep, but it’s eye for an eye when it comes to my G’s
So I tell ’em like, “Look,
We used to push P’s, now we’re pushing P, we used to tic weed ’til we sold some C, we used to get A, never gave out B, now it’s DND ’til she cops this, ughh
More time tryna run, no Messi, shit gets messy when she f*cks me good, like the bad boy ’til you see what’s good, the harshest of settings, we drip, they drool
Told bro, never broke again, yeah, we some ‘young boys’, young and turnt ’til death
It ain’t no biggie, ain’t got 2Pac’s left, we start with 50, then we got some cents
Loud boys run fast like Ramadan, who am I threatened by, ’cause that’s none of ’em
How many times did they talk their shit, and I ain’t respond, now there’s more than one of them
To be honest, that’s some fan behavior
DND for a f*cking stranger, BRB said I’ll see them later, meantime, now I’m a CLB
That’s cap tryna hit all three, I ain’t no Cupid, they can’t handle me, couldn’t be one, maybe three, she’s tryna get uhh in the penthouse suite
In the penthouse suite where movies get made, been out on these streets where people get played, some CFBs, we out here, no Drake.
Some certi f*ck boys, when we come, they stay
Ay, ay
Ay, ay
Ay, ay
Some CFBs, we out here, no Drake, some certi f*ck boys, when we come, they stay
Shoot my shot like Cupid, I’m a nuisance ’cause they can’t get through
She like the D game and the offense too, yeah, they stay the same while we’re making moves
We callin’ ’em copy cats, ’cause they copy this and they cats like that,
Look forward, ain’t going back to the grams and scales in the council flats
Bro still out doin’ it proper, told the label, better up that offer,
See me up front, know my time will cost you,
I can’t chase love, tryin’ to chase me an occa,
See me, I can’t ever be jealous,
See me, hard work over talent,
See me mixing pleasure, got balance with business and figures that they couldn’t manage
Still,
The loud boys run fast like Ramadan, who am I threatened by, ’cause that’s none of ’em
How many times did they talk their shit, and I ain’t respond, now there’s more than one of them
To be honest, that’s some fan behavior
DND for a f*cking stranger, BRB said I’ll see them later, meantime, now I’m a CLB
That’s cap tryna hit all three, I ain’t no Cupid, they can’t handle me, couldn’t be one, maybe three, she’s tryna get uhh in the penthouse suite
In the penthouse suite where movies get made, been out on these streets where people get played, some CFBs, we out here, no Drake.
Some certi f*ck boys, when we come, they stay
Ay, ay
Ay, ay
Ay, ay
Some CFBs, we out here, no Drake, some certi f*ck boys, when we come, they stay