You broke as hell dont call me twin

Who the fuck you know got labels calling still out tryna spin

This bitch threw some weak shit on me know we aint gon fuck again

Im hoodied up like kenny catch a opp yk im bound to sin

We took some Ls it’s time to Win

Bailout chase im tryna hawk em’

Leave em looking like steve hawking

Spent that shit aint see the cost

5star bitches give me noggin

She get drunk and beat on **** this hoe something like steve austin

**** jump up off the porch then die i guess the plot had lost em

(Goofy)

I dont think that was part of they plan

You could offer 10 bil with a crib in the hills and i still wouldn’t snitch on my mans

**** talk more than hoes never stick to the code you go up now they showin they hand

Not my opp you a troll finna die for a post fuck around and leave em where he stand

Could up a pipe but not a band that shit sound like a nightmare

You bad and thick could be my type dont care if she got white hair

You got them racks ill do that show i might just book a flight there

Claim you my opp you **** lost yo bitch ass stay in white bear

Dont got no bad reviews my hoes say i put shit to sleep

He told bitches we into it walk past i dont hear no peep

We been chasin racks and facing opps so please dont think shit sweet

He had felt that hot shit couldn’t get up like that **** meek

Yo ass a rat get caught and squeal

Joglizz gon shoot or dog the wheel

We tote like we the navy seals ill up and toss like bradley beal

Free bronem they aint missing meals

Got popped and he still tryna heal

My team put on i love the feel might fuck around and sign a deal

You broke as hell dont call me twin

Who the fuck you know got labels calling still out tryna spin

This bitch threw some weak shit on me know we aint gon fuck again

Im hoodied up like kenny catch a opp yk im bound to sin

We took some Ls it’s time to Win