Ant Chamberlain, that's a hunnid points

Aw, yeah, yeah

I be alone when I ride through the city, I really don't fuck with you ****

I put the Rollie on to pass time, I really can't count every minute

She want me to love her, I tell her I can't, 'cause baby I ran out of feelings

I told her I'll pull up on her 'bout an hour, I'm busy, I'm handling business

Let's have a sit-down, how you feeling? 'Cause, bae, we ain't talk in a minute

You already knowin' that I ain't the typе to run after if you walk away

I had to cut her off to get thе bread right, never tell 'em it's never too late

I had to hustle hard to get here, baby, so I can't give you the time of day

That's why I be alone when I ride through the city 'cause I can't put trust in nobody

I'm strapped up with a big Glock and I'll use it, I ain't really fucked up about it

I used to pull up in a Honda Accord, fuck around, pull up on you in a Masi'

These days, two bad hoes and they wan' have them a three-way (aw, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm pushin' two hundred miles on the dash on the freeway, yeah

She wan' hear DeeBaby on the radio, tell the DJ, yeah

She say, "Put that bitch on one more time on replay," yeah

She say, "Sing to me," I say, "Baby, I got you, it's easy" (aw, yeah, yeah, yeah)

She say she wan' me to fuck her with my chains on

She say, "I know I'm not, but I need you to fuck me like your main one"

But I can't do that

Plug just hit my phone and said the work in but I can't go back

I done came too far just to throw it all away, I'm really turnin' down racks

Heart hurt bad, baby, it ain't no love

Car crash, spinnin' out of control, can't take no more, I'm numb

Mud baby, yeah, don't want no love, I want my drugs

Heart racing, in the trap, I'm counting up my funds (aw, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Say I'll know you better within time

But 'til then, no, you can't be you and I

And don't you ever tell me to find

Man we grown, you know I can't read your mind

I be alone when I ride through the city, I really don't fuck with you ****

I put the Rollie on to pass time, I really can't count every minute

She want me to love her, I tell her I can't, 'cause, baby, I ran out of feelings

I told her I'll pull up on her 'bout an hour, I'm busy, I'm handling business

Let's have a sit-down, how you feeling? 'Cause, bae, we ain't talk in a minute

You already knowin' that I ain't the type to run after if you walk away

I had to cut her off to get the bread right, never tell 'em it's never too late

I had to hustle hard to get here, baby, so I can't give you the time of day

Aw, yeah, yeah, yeah