okay i stopped giving fucks

im gone pop my shit until the day i drop

she got top tier brain, make my heart stop

told lil shawty, throw it back, make that pussy pop

im so fuckin pressure bitch

i cant ever stress a bitch

my ex keep on messaging

she know im so heaven sent

knock this out, not hesitant

quarter milly, half a milly, whole milly, whoa

keep it a buck fifty, you can’t fuck with me, im the goat

put my horns into the sky cus I’m a real one

put yo horns into the sky if you a real one

i ain’t sell my soul, you just broke, you the type to fold, i ain’t in the streets but i’ll still leave a rat cold

this that fast car music, yeah that fast car music

i got two bitches in the telly, dragon ball fusion

trackhawk loaded, AMG loaded

spent a dub at neimans cause my pockets really bloated

no offense no disrespect, but i need my damn respect

how the fuck am i still underrated, what the hell is that

i ain’t stressin, goin up this year, y’all gone see me flex

but imma still stay humble, right after i get the check

y’all gone feel this shit, y’all gone feel what the fuck Im sayin

this for all my **** tryna make a bag, quit playin

i remember when this bitch said i wont make it, what she sayin

they said i was a soundcloud rapper, where the fuck they at now