On my own

You're cooking, Frankie! I sleep with one eye open just like I'm Fetty In something real fast, it gon' be hard to catch me Just left from the east I was fucking lil' Leslie But just last week, I was fucking her bestie Put yo' ass on heat if yo' ass don't work I'ma run this shit up and retire like Dirk Got him mad at his bitch 'cause his hoe tryna flirt Nigga let her flirt! And it is what it is, nigga fuck how you feeling I'm still independent, just turned down a million I just spent a band just to make me some merch And then went to the hood, passed it out to the children Got this shit out the mud, ran it up to the ceiling Burnt off in the Hemi, banana, I'm peeling I don't give a fuck how these fuck niggas feeling I do what I want, when I want, I be chilling I stuck wit' my niggas like Ed, Edd n Eddy Put guap in my GPS, that's where I'm headed No, I'm not a scammer but I need my credit And boy we can take it as far as you let it I like my chicken wing crispy and breaded I'm getting this bread, nigga, where is the jelly? Three racks for the shoes, nigga, watch where you stepping I'm still rocking forces, I feel like I'm Nelly Ay I'm back in my zone This bitch keep on calling won't leave me alone I'm back on the woods, I can't stick to the cones When I wanted that Benz, I did that on my own Gotta re-up again, I did that on my own When I wanted that charger did that on my own When I turned sixteen, I told momma I'm grown At the click of a app niggas swear they the toughest I'll be the same nigga 'til I kick the bucket Them folks hit the door we gon eat it or flush it No, it ain't a secret, I'm serving these nuggets If I let this bitch bang, my ears gon rang Every first of the month momma plotting the game Finna shoot at the Houston and go talk to Dame I finna get chains for the whole damn gang If a nigga want smoke, then it's really no problem We got all the trumps and I ain't talking Donald Too raw with this shit but I still fuck with condoms You want it, I got it, meet me at McDonald's When I bust the pack open, you smell aroma This bitch say she Creole, she straight out the Nola The blunt got me burping like I'm drinking soda Gotta stay to myself cause the game full of cobras