Why?

Do the best shit neva last?

Lil buck 50 on dash

Wit some old hoes from my past

I jus pray 2 god ion crash

Ion gaf bout no rat

I'll put a red beam on my dad

I'll pour kerosine in yo casket

Yeah, In a Nissan, no pad

Selling weed out a snack bag

With a lease on & a snapback

Life a sea saw, Lemme see some

I be senile gettin to this cash

Gotta double up, run it back

Gotta double up, run

Baby

You so fucking dope

I thinking you might just drive me crazy

Like yo Mercedes

This what you made me

This what you made me (Hahaha)

Baby

You got all the dope

don't make the drop until they pay me

Until they pay me

Lately you been moving, cruising (Hahaha)

Lately

We been on the road moving so deep

Ion get no shleep

Smoke an O, 'fore I count up the sheep

Fuck a white girl, if she got a key

You could lie, just not to me

I got blood ties wit the Gz

I been hotter than a hunnit degreez

Now I'm cold, cause my neck on freeze

Been stuck in the crib for week

Ran up a bag on Adobe Suites

What the fuck is an NFT?

I got the DM & she wanna meet

And I knew that lil bitch was a freak

Cause she sending me pics of her feet

Might fuck around, smash and delete

And she suck it up sending a tweet

We addicted to social regime

Why you popping that perc wit a bean?

Pour a lil sprite ina liter of lean (Hahaha)

I neva been new to this

Just true to the shit that I add to repertoire

My girl from the island and we just connect at the ritz where she suck it in patwa

Got sick of just rhyming my lyrical diamonds get stepped on and put in the blenda

Don't hang with these ****, if I'm in a bit of a pinch, they sweeter than splenda

I just hit Josh for a visual, paid him in full, he got right on the render

I'm not from earth, I descend down

I prayed to God but we fell out

Even then I wouldn't sell out

I bring the heat in the drought

Watching accounts

Had to re route

I turn a gram to an ounce

She suck me up it was pure cocaine

Scramble her brain like creme brûlée

Period. Poo I'm imperial, upping the price tag

Pourin this high tech, got no respect, she not an object

We just opposites, you from the hills, I'm from the projects

White bitch crying like Tina Faye

The grammy performance immaculate baby im blown away

But I know these thots move tactical ion got the time today

Sipping don Perrier off a Percocet bae, but I'm sleeping periodically

Got a baddie off limits in lace lingerie, tryna teach her anatomy

She entitled to the world, all the diamonds and the pearls cause she from a different pedigree

Still tryna discover the better me

I got old bitches draining my energy

I resent most the shit from my memory

I be driving so I could forget the speed

Ima die in carbon Alcântara seats (Okay, okay)

I wanna run every light

In a Nissan, no pad

Selling weed out a snack bag

With a lease on & a snapback

Life a sea saw, Lemme see some

I be senile gettin to this cash

Gotta double up, run it back

Gotta double up, run