Leave me alone

(This Taaijo, you rocking with Summer Sixteen, bitch ass ****)

I just got that drac, bitch, I just got that drac

You ain't see my face, bitch, you ain't see my face

No features on my tape, bitch, no, hell no way

Crashout, fell for that bait, bitch, I ain't been the same

Talk up on my name, bitch, yeah, your ass gon' die

Yeah, I'm on the tour bus, chilling with Mahj and Phy

Fine shit hit my phone, but I'm scared, I don't reply

You ain't hit no band, bitch, tell him stop that trying

You turned to a fan, bitch, don't know why you still buying

I sip on that Actavis, that lean, fuck no wine

Lying 'bout your placements, boy just stop that lying

I ain't even say shit, this weed got me fried

I stay posted on cord, yuh

Bitch said I got aura

Fuck my ex bitch, I ain't even take her to places, Bora Bora

Me and my twin be hittin' that dope

Me and Mahj, we motherfuckin' score it up

**** ain't have no Act', have no Wock', you cannot pour it up

Can't see your location

Fucked seeing faces

G-got me fucked up, I'm not paying

Lightskin with a fat ass, know she Blasian

Bitches know I been about my bag, ****, stop playing

I ain't even trust the bitch, didn't even think that we would last

Geeked up out my body everyday, she asked me why I lag

I been tryna get up off my ass, get that fucking bag

**** gay, they turning into drags, ain't no problem 'bout that

Tell him get his own shit

**** talkin' on my shit can't name 5 songs bitch

Mix the Wock' up with the Act', I'm sipping potion

In the striker, **** think I'm bumping Lone shit

On my dick, get your own shit

I just got that drac, bitch, I just got that drac

You ain't see my face, bitch, you ain't see my face

No features on my tape, bitch, no, hell no way

Crashout, fell for that bait, bitch, I ain't been the same

Talk up on my name, bitch, yeah, your ass gon' die

Yeah, I'm on the tour bus, chilling with Mahj and Phy

Fine shit hit my phone, but I'm scared, I don't reply

You ain't hit no band, bitch, tell him stop that trying

You turned to a fan, bitch, don't know why you still buying

I sip on that Actavis, that lean, fuck no wine

Lying 'bout your placements, boy just stop that lying

I ain't even say shit, this weed got me fried

Boy, I'm starting to get sick, you studs

Be a fucking lady

Stop texting my phone talking about some "yo"

Who the fuck do you think I am, bitch?

You better text my phone talking about some

"Hello, my beautiful queen, how you doing today?"

That's more like it