Keep the cover, but I still be tinglin' bout it, reachin' for it

And I keep the cover, but I still be thinkin' bout it, I be readin' for it

I don't know why I can't hop in on it, run off my floor in it

I'ma hop to your house and pop out, yeah, we're like the nightingale's flowers, huh

They think he's glowin, but I ain't for hours

If it is over, it's over, I said it

She won't call out my line, I won't regret it

But the last one on my mind, I can't neglect it

But the next one is on love, I can't reject it

Not my line, I'm okay, she don't check this

Yeah, check it

Ain't gon' flex it

Yeah, we reckless

Hundred thousand, can't tell how much I spent it on a necklace

They wanted me to go to heaven, I spent it on a checklist

I spent it on a wish list, I spent it on a bad bitch

Yeah, run it up, cause I'ma say, ****, I never had it

Then they gonna look at you like you never had it

**** try to switch up, disappear just like it's magic

It ain't over, you can't try to catch up, it's like magic

I don't know what they gon' say, but ****, flow ain't okay

It's an 850 for the time

Green face on that Rollie, gangsta **** slime

And I say, yeah, she bad, yeah, yeah, she worth my time

And I'ma make some time, but that's okay

G.O. in the cut, you know I'll do it anyway

She said she at work, yeah, she workin

And I ain't even nervous

And I ain't even nervous

But I know I ain't perfect

And we is far from perfect

But you close to that perfect

Like, I'ma just love it for real

And no, I can't take it for real

G.O. in the cut, you know I'ma throw hard

Just like it's checkin' for real

Like, if I give it real, know I'm buzzin' for real

They say that I be tweakin' and geekin' out

You know that I ain't sneakin' out, layin' out

That way I'm not even lookin' out

And I told her I'm sober, I'm not even thinkin' about it

And I know that she don't wanna think about it

****, California sober, Californication

And she hit up my line, my swipe up on that notification

Like, D&D time, the time for myself, it's me versus me

It's me versus me

Cause it could be three or one

And one to one or three

You know it's on, it's on

****, you got it on

Bitch, we hotter than the sun

That's why I be said, look at the sun

Cause we lookin' like the sun

Come bright now

I don't know, I'ma think like twice now

G-O, black and white, black and white now

Michael Jackson with the diamonds on the mic now

And I really need to cut, I don't really got time

For the mic, but I got time for some chattin

Got time to go better, got the time to go better

Gucci on the other leg, Gucci on the other

Damn, Cro-Co-Bank said too much

Pleasure is pain

But what's the difference when the tears look same in the rain

I mean, the tears look like a teardrop

And like a raindrop, you hop up out that raindrop

****, out the picture, can I crop it

Then hop out like the mosh pit

And I'm really feelin' like a monster

All black like a emo monster

Damn, damn, damn, damn

I'm smokin' out this bitch like a roster

And I think about it, ****, feelin' gangsta

And I'm really gonna pop a soul gangsta, gangsta

Easy style for real, I'm on my own shit

Need that AP, need a hunnid, yeah, two-tone shit

I'ma flex up like Kevin Gates, yeah, two-phone bitch

And **** try to do that, yeah, I'm on my own, bitch

Ain't no gang, gang up in here, bitch, we so lonely

Back is open, I'm not destroyin

Na-na-na-na-na-na

Yeah, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha