Control

[Verse 1]
What you wanna know bout the boy
Whole team turnt up and we stay making noise yeah I had to kill the whole game, my n***a, like you, left me no choice yeah

I don't trust too many, yeah my circle hella small ay
3 points for my shots, my n***a Im about to ball ay
Phone stays ringing, I ain't picking any of these calls
I been cooking up all morning 3shows now I’m on the road ay

Tripping over nothing all these bitches yeah they do it
Man I’ve come to the conclusion
That I keep em for amusement

[Pre-Chorus]
Too much shit on my mind right now
Fine girl wimme I don’t waste time now
Don’t hit me up no don’t blow up my phone
Taking off shawty you know that I’m gone
My mind oooh no
It's gone for sure
I took control
Locked up, I opened doors

[Chorus]
Don’t blow up my phone
No don’t blow up my phone
Know that I’m
Know that I’m gone
Know that I’m
Know that I’m goooone (x2)