"GWFM" lyrics - BABY KEEM

We was overseas, whole flight two hundred G's
We on these floor seats, but I'd rather no seats
NBA nigga, hide my hoes in nosebleeds
Say her nigga hard, ho, your nigga ain't Kobe
Ho play in both sides, bitch, be consistent
On a flight to Hawai'i, you was round trippin'
Bitches got cold morals, you ain't sly with it
I had to grab my flow back, niggas sound dippin'
I felt bad for 'em, I will do a song with 'em
Same problem, same deal, what's wrong with 'em?
Bitches sucking dick, I cannot share my tongue with 'em
Shout out to lil Kel, I share my mom with him
(I got the cross) I bought a Jesus piece today
I told her I love her, but she really in the way
Ah, ah, ah, in New York, I don't behave
She said we need to talk but I don't have much to say
Uh, uh, uh, uh, I'm shifty with the play
The black Spider-Man, here to put you in your place
When I leave the house I swear to God, this shit a maze
I thought I loved the strippers but that shit was just a phase

[Chorus:]
Ayy, ayy
Now hurry on back
I'm a tarantula, I'm smokin' to the facts
Beat me out the top while we hiding from the opps
Two flights overseas, man I really gotta stop, ayy

[Open Verse]

[Chorus:]
Ayy, ayy
Now hurry on back
I'm a tarantula, I'm smokin' to the facts
Beat me out the top while we hiding from the opps
Two flights overseas, man I really gotta stop, ayy