Welcome

You showed up?

You showed up

It's about damn time

How you doing?

Yeah, yeah, huh

Yeah, **** back up

I send me my youngin' to clap sum

Boy I thought you was cool whole time you a leech

I'll feel like a fool for the dap up, Your hoe annoyed

That you not getting to paper I'm telling you dude, get your racks up

I'm in a cocaine white, tinted out truck

I hit up twin like is you trying to match sum

My bloody breezy gon' tell me like woah

This rap shit you swear that you want

Put your faith up in God never switch on your guys

They won't switch on your side, no more

You been balling all summer

Got your way into position, you played your role

We just entered the Hummer

Roll down the window, I say we been blowing out smoke

Exhaling, it look like a ghost

Who really got me? I'm feeling her, but I don't want nobody

Wiping they nose lil slimy to snotty

I had to leave cause she just wanna party

I'ma do me baby, sorry not sorry

I really love you but trust you partly

Look at my drip, came way from Safari

Dressing like 2016 Cash Carti

No, ain't no way

It ain't no reason for you for to stay

Late night, I been up, tryna see where you lay

Deeply, I'm hurting, I wanna tell you how I feel but I don't feel I should explain

Damn, waiting a whole new day

Waiting the sun for the clear out the rain

I stomach that she do not care for my pain

And all she can say is

Welcome"Your name is Tay? y'all better help him"

I had three hoes mad, they all did too much, so I left em

I did so damn bad, buried they heart deep with a shovel

Right by satan cause shawty the devil

Ain't no good person, bae you could do better

I'm telling you, it's levels on levels on levels"Your name is Tay? y'all better help him"

I had three hoes mad, they all did too much, so I left em

I did so damn bad, buried they heart deep with a shovel

Right by satan cause shawty the devil

Ain't no good person, bae you could do better

I'm telling you, it's levels on levels on levels

I need some money right now

I need me more unreleased in the files

Seeing my posts, they liking my style

They boutta start copying up in a while

Old lil shit make me feel like a child

Depression, I'm fighting it right with a smile

These pussy ****, they dick riding doing these flippity tricks like Simone Biles

Nine millimeter, eleven shots up in the glock

It's gon' knock down this whole tower

I think I want me a lot

I am not tryna keep coming back, so I smoke by the pound

I'ma beat from the back and then pull on her tracks

I'ma hit it up out of the park, Mike Trout

I ain't doing no cap, baby I mean all that

After shaking your house, I ain't leaving no doubt, next