(Like bitch I ran it up, you know ya hoe a slut, fuck, tryna give me throat)

(I just lit this bobby up, like bitch I'm high as fuck)

(You know my **** bout them problems, know we run a muck)

(We in the club we off them bottles and we turnin' up)

(Like how we get a gun in here? That's yo hoe? We gon' have fun in here)

(Oh yo girl is loyal huh? Then why she come in here?)

(Oh she want Channel, Oh she want Channel) (Pick me up yeah)

(Yeah), I get way too high so pick me up yeah, yeah I got Goyard, yeah see this foreign car? (yeah)

Got me lookin' for my mind that can't be found yet, yeah I got too high, wait I can't fuckin' drive (yeah)

You look me in my eyes like why you tellin' lies

Yeah za my right hand, you got me tryna improvise, Yeah cup my left hand, this here can't be televised

I know you lyin' baby girl cause you ain't say it twice (wow)

I said fuck the price and buy that shit when I'm in the mall

(yeah) I said fuck the opps, if they want war I'll make a call (go go)

When you get drunk you don't be thinkin, like why you get involved? (C'mon)

Like why you set me up? Like why you in a rush?

Bitch I'm too high off this gas so ion give a fuck, like why you act surprised? you know ya hoe ah slut

She like where that paper from? Like bitch you know I ran it up

I heard you talkin' on the mic but you ain't talm' bout nun

I jus lit this bobby up, you fine, don't give a fuck

This hoe wanna fall in love, feel like I'm out of luck

Wanna fall in love again, but hoe it's looking rough

Diamonds on my neck so I don't need no diamonds in the rough

Model in the club, I think this hoe like one of one

Why she wanna have my son? Girl you a goddamn bum

And when it's on the line, all you can do is run

Different city and they like me now I'm havin' fun

Like where I keep my gun? Ion trust a fuckin' soul

Yeah I think I'm paranoid, the cup it got me feeling old

I think she off that adderall, cause why you feelin' bold?

This girl she fine, she out of state, and she should be in Vogue

Hit the blunt too many times and now she moving slow

Yeah, know my ice choke, fuck she tryna give me throat, goat

Wanna rap like me I told that hoe to sing a note, woah

And she fine, ain't you? Think you a dime ain't it?

This hoe she call me Van Gogh, cause imma die paintin

Pull up in a suicide, like why the doors hangin?

Yeah, Yeah, I get way too high so pick me up yeah, like I got Goyard, you see this foreign car?