Yeah, Scales

TG$ was good, ****, Uh Tryna run up this shit like a track meet

Got me poppin' my shit like some acne, I don't want you lil' hoe yeah, you tacky

And you fucked up my main man's last week, And he said that the cooder was nasty

You gon' need you a Uber or a taxi, Tryna run up my shooter blast em

I got bags of Mary-Kate and Ashley

I done made me some dreads, I was nappy

I done made me some bread like my pappy, I done got me some head from a baddie

I forgot where I stayed with the addy, Passn' blunts tryna roll me a fatty

Skinny jeans, yeah, they used to be baggy, Hittin' swerve with some grocery baggies

Got a trap and finesse for the rackies, How you judge me? Don't know where I came from

I get high off the shrooms, make the pain numb, If you want a lil' baby, then say sum

Kiss your coochie and mouth with the same tongue, Spin the block till the opps sayin' they won

I been havin' a lot since day one, Didn't have me a way, so I made one

Had to make sure that it was a paid one,

Tryna run up this shit like a track meet

Got me poppin' my shit like some acne, I don't want you lil' hoe, yeah, you tacky

And you fucked up my main man's last week, And he said that the cooder was nasty

You gon' need you a Uber or a taxi, Tryna run up my shooter a blast em

I got bags of Mary-Kate and Ashley

Lets go

Huh

Yeah

Huh

I do

We won

Yeah

I did

Bow