Interviews (feat. I LOVE MAKONNEN & Yung Gleesh)

(Yeah. I'll fix myself man. Put the Gucci bag on. Gucci belt, Gucci hat, Gucci Glasses)

They hit you like to cut the grass

Sixty seven thousand for your ass

They hit you like to cut the grass

Sixty seven thousand for your ass

The girls don’t really dance off in the hood no more

They found a new route to New Mexico

Where slavery for the sex gets you money

Was lavy for the sex, we buying honey

Cold world out here giving all

Losing it all for some drugs

So if you feel how I feel

Why don’t you let it show?

And if you ain’t dealing what I deal with

Why don’t you let it go?

(Verse)

Put the game critical, straight here for some scissor

Down I’m balling free before

I take out my residual

Uuh girl just look at you, uuh girl you so cute

Do, you do interviews

Do, you do interviews

Didn’t mean to interview x 2

Wanna see what’s up to you

Baby what’s up to you

Didn’t mean get low from my move but maybe I get in love with you

Ain’t my mother proud of you now wanna met your mother too

(Verse)

You scream too much for me, you cry

You scream to much for me, I wander why

You always complaining

Don’t know what you’re saying

Hit the sprite with the lean

Then I make it darker

Hit that bitch with the wallet

Then I hit your daughter

Skip that shutting out of friend ship

Know I’m getting shelter