Just In Case

Lyrics for Just In Case

Just in case I don't make it home tonight Man, fuck that (Let me make love to you for the last time Baby) i'ma make sure I make it home Real road runner Wanna cherish each moment like the last 'Cause, baby, you're all that I have So just in case shittyBoyz Acting tough? You get stumped out Hit the interstate Run a route then I touchdown getting money Now all the bitches wanna come 'round I was down but the tables turned, bitch I'm up now smoking Bubblegum Gelato Thinking of a masterplan 2022, catch me speeding in That Lamb' with Stan We ain't kin, don't reach for dap We ain't slapping hands If it's on the 'Gram, it ain't real Doing man to man Slam dunked all in yo bitch I'm playing bully ball Backpack Boyz to the chest, this a cookie bow On fully Reach for this chain? Let the fully off Out in public, got a image now Can't take the hoodie off I'm tryna put a dub up for Every time I took a loss Speaking of them L's, every one I took I shook it off i'll leave a bitch in BFE And have her looking lost Had to cut her off because She never understood a boss Undisputed champ with the fraud Where my belt at? Ghetto angels guarding me I'm riding in a Hellcat Clearing giffy racks Mama thinking that I sell crack Always bounce back It ain't nothing that I failed at Won't stop hustling till my jersey Up there with the banner bro like Thor Riding 'round clutching on the hammer You got a trophy on yo neck But if you tuck it, it don't matter They tryna grab me by my heels They see me coming up the latter Bitch, you better check the power rankings Getting irritated Phone beeping while I'm counting Franklins Stay away 'cause when you open up yo mouth It sound like hating Locked in even during recess Wasn't out there playing When I drop a Prezzi I might make the caption "Tronald Reagan" They was happy I was broke but Now they got the frowning faces Stop playing, you know damn well you pulled That out yo savings hoes used to spin me Same bitches talking 'bout our fame I can't even make this up, bitch I only came to fuck Put my double cup in the freezer I done made a slush Still wearing True Religions? Boy You need to hang 'em up RIP Kobe 'cause I feel like Him when he dropped eighty-one June to August, I might blow A bag but after that, i'm stacking Up at five in the morning, bitch I'm Mr track The-Package Oh, you fell off? I thought that You was in yo bag, what happened? If you on that rim, that's okay I'll meet you at the basket Closet got designer this and that I can mix and match Hop out thinking that y'all tripping Then we tripping back Once yo brother six feet deep Y'all can't get him back Out of town on my rapper shit Where the sprinter at? Newest Track2 Balenci runners They ain't got a scuff Fast break, if it's 201s, I'ma lob it off Yo whole gang could be up in a sauna Y'all ain't hot as us Tryna start a war? I promise what Y'all got is not enough Ayy Think of how we made love almost anywhere Haven't I taken you almost everywhere? Think of all the things that, that we shared