News aye booze aye

Gotta fuckin' choose aye

That was out of pocket but she still sendin' them nudes aye

Yeah yeah haha haha

I saw the bag thought it was fat

I run up the trap and run up a lap

Was is that there on your back

Percies give a heart-attack

I might stab you by the back

I just want plays on my tracks

Cause I really want the bag

Don't care if I get attacked

Don't you tell me what to do cause bitch I do better at it than you

Look down on you like you was food

Stfu you fuck with my mood

And your bitch here sendin' nudes

Out here fuckin' other dudes

I just wanna see you lose

Run up on me and you get a bruise

And we out here laughin' at you

They look at me like "Idk what to do"

It's her or the bag, don't know what to choose

All they worry 'bout is fuckin' shoes

And they our here sippin' booze

I'm not here to give you news

But you wish you were in my crew

They look at me "Idk what to do"

"I can only depend on you"

I am not the father of you

But I'd do anything for you

I don't fucking care for you

Why you do everything I do

Can you please leave me alone

Why do I gotta care for you?