Mixing these drugs took an addy with x, swear to god I got a new lit (NEW LIT, YEAH)

Main hoe, tweak bout my lyrics she get a lil moody I’m finna go get a new bitch

All of My work be authentic so clientele heavy he cut the narcotics wit fent

I told the jeweler that I broke my hand so that **** could go and me make a new wrist, yeah(WRIST, YEAH)

I got 3 phones, 1 for me, 1 for hoes, and the other for calls, cuz I be out trapping

Need some more clothes so I flew overseas for my toes then I put givenchy on this jacket

You Stick to the code you won’t be on a leash in that hole but these **** gon’ be on some rat shit

She take my load then she pop a plan b if she don’t I’m a leave, cuz I will not be present

Put a mask on for the fashion, my boys in the trenches they got it when they let off shots

Blue face, my knots, got benjis, These murals with colors I’ll prolly control your whole block

Your bitch she do not fit my image so keep her she don’t got no fashion, no green, no guap

I need me a hoe wit velveeta so when we go shop we compete with the cash that we dropped

We don’t send disses we taught to get kills, and he knowing so **** come

drill behind this.

Hell Nah I Don’t fuck wit downers, do addy get up love the feel, up off x, give her electric dick

R8 like a toy I push buttons start swerving, change gears They thinking I’ll wreck this bitch

Why talk bout shooting knowing you ain’t even got no steel, I’m never not clutching a blick