i ain't trynna lock in lil bitch, the last one had me goin' lil crazy

beat that lil shit from the back then go back to my mf business

told me she love me, i swear i think i heard some mf crickets

i cut ya off but the Xanny i popped really made that decision

biah always go through sum

i don't need a bitch always slowin' my plans

mama seen worse, she done seen me fucked up

she could feel my pain ever since back then

imma turn the pain from the raps to a dub

imma turn the dubs from the raps to the bands

i don't give a fuck 'bout a Scatpack, none

i just want the all red Wag Truck Benz, asap, asap

i do me, not a soul that's gon' change that

i step on these fuck ****, they hate that

fuck a t-shirt, i see them like placemats

my bitch perfect, you hoes copy paste that

cameltoe through her Skims, shorty Arab

servin' sniff through a phone you can't trace back

out of stock? boa y'all can't be for real

ain't no hollows, these shotgun shells

shoulda been movin' reggie out the tell

he get split and then turned to a vegetable

meet ya maker, you on VeggieTales

free my soul, i done been had enough, i been stuck in some shit that just might be a test

who all these new **** takin' up space, please get the fuck from me, i'll stretch out the rest

i ain't trynna lock in lil bitch, the last one had me goin' lil crazy

beat that lil shit from the back then go back to my mf business

told me she love me, i swear i think i heard some mf crickets

i cut ya off but the Xanny i popped really made that decision

(i ain't hear shit that you mf sayin')

(i ain't hear shit that you mf sayin')

(i can't hear shit that you mf sayin')

(ain't no hollow these shotgun shells)