Fft, fft

Fft, fft, fft, fft

Fft, fft

Huh, I don't want you callin' me up

I don't want you hittin' my phone

'Cause you know what that shit gon' lead to

So bitch, can you leave me alone?

Lil' bro got the drank, pour it up (Fft, fft)

I'm just tryna get in my mood

It feel like I ran out of love (Fft)

Oh, you too? That make me and you both

I'm mixin' up, all kind of drugs (Yeah)

Don't really know what I'm gettin' put on

I put some rackies on her (Yeah)

Lil' bitch, like when I put this shit on (Yeah)

Too turnt up, ****, turn me down

Two fours, I ain't rockin' no jersey (Yeah)

Wu-Tang bitch, rockin' old school diamonds

Only 19, racks in my 30s (Yeah)

AP watch, call it, "Perfect timin'" (Yeah)

Told gang, "I got you, don't worry" (Yeah)

Play with my gang, then you know that I'm slidin'

Last **** tried gang, got murked (Got murked)

Cut that ho off, she hurt

Rich young ****, had to move to the 'burbs (Phew)

On the block cuttin' O's, Lil Durk

I hit that ho, one leg like Dirk, uh

Had to cut that ho off, she a flirt (Flirt, flirt, flirt)

AMG, make the whole shit swerve

In the car, ho throwin' some ass

Like my money, watch the lil' hoe twerk

Brought the ho to my crib, told the ho, "Lay down"

Instagram, 'cause I'm changin' the layout

Rack on his head, he could go any day now (Any day)

Love this ho, but I'm stuck in my ways (Bee, bee)

I just get in the booth, and I let all my pain out (In the booth)

In the store, bitch, I ball NBA

I just copped a new chain, I blew like 20k on it

Swear to God, I love you and the way that you ride it, I think about you everyday now

Most these raps **** broke, they just tryna hide it

I swear, they be so in denial

Got so high, man, I'm tryna link up with the pilot

My diamonds be wet, like the Nile

Don't try one of my ****, 'cause it can get violent

Get fucked up, if you doin' wild

I just call up my bitch, tellin' her, what the fuck I look like tryna give her a title?

Yeah, yeah

My bitch so physique, man, it's perfect

Walk in while I'm clutchin', they makin' me nervous, yeah

She still gonna find a lil' purpose

My **** tote SMG's, slide on that burst

Bitch, I got hits, I ain't doin' no verse, even if that lil' **** wanted a verse

Walk in that store, that bitch wanted a purse

Said, "Hold up, bitch", buy my mama one first

Like SoFaygo, that **** end up in a hearse

I ain't playin' with money, come second and third

Where he layin'? We find his ass, drop his ass, murk him

We turn that lil' bad to Alcatraz circle

I ain't pourin' it in my cup, look that shit purple

I got foreign drip on me, that's what I work for

That bitch borin' me, that head not even worth it

I count more checks, bitch, there's more where that came from

Real ****, she ain't never seen one

With my **** kickin' shit, FIFA (Yeah, I ain't no regular one)

(She like when I put this shit on)

(Woo)

Lil' bro got the drank, pour it up (Fft, fft)

I'm just tryna get in my mood

It feel like I ran out of love

Oh, you too? That make me and you both

I'm mixin' up, all kind of drugs (Yeah)

Don't really know what I'm gettin' put on (Yeah)

I put some rackies on her (Yeah)

Lil' bitch, like when I put this shit on (Yeah)

(On, on)

(Lil' bitch, like when I put this shit on, on)