Saw them man switch on me

So I rolled on my ones and got things popping

I was in my bedroom stressed and depressed

Can't lie, I was taking losses

2.5 for the Prada coat

I was so pissed when I couldn't go cop it

This girl don't wanna know me for me

All she wanna do is just top it

Nonstop grinding, no stopping

Gotta stay jugging, 'cause I wanna stay paid

I ain't really got no opps

Just guys that hate when I'm doing up stage

When you was in the room complaining

I was in the AP, with your main

Ten missed calls, she ain't picking up soon

I can't lie, man, I'm loving this brain

Two man stepping, G my bedrin

Gang I'm repping, gotta stay prepped

Bro, bro, got the hotline ringing

All pinging when he sent that text

How you gunna try tell me what to do

When your lifestyle looking a mess?

Came to the show done nothin' but shell it

Had everybody looking impressed

Came back widda bang like Karla

When I come out the mist

I don't need no borer

Fuck a flicky, I'll just back up my fist

One, two, jab to the face like Tyson

One, two, jab to the face and rib

I couldn't really care about what they think

I'm doing my ting 'cause I'm young and lit

You think that I want them, these times my eyes are on toi

The boy's not perfect, I know I fucked up une fois

I wanna come see you, baby girl, I'm coming ce soir

The whip come noir, outfit noir, everything noir

I'm dressed in noir today, can't lie, man, I'm feeling dark

VV shining, girl get wet when they see my sparks

Them boy got left behind, cah they didn't wanna play their part

The boy protected, trust me, you can never take my star

And you can never take that risk

Talk shit, but you ain't on piss

I see how them fuckboys work

You making a million pounds a myth

And a million's minor too

Talk shit, then I'll take your boo

I gave my life to the Lord

Still block that girl if she's dead and rude

She wanna rich boy that came up

Give me a reason why I should date you

You're doing up city girl

But deep down I know that ain’t you

I can't even help, go pray to the Lord more time, he'll save you

See you fuck with them brokey brokeys, that's why I can't rate you

Don't text me

I'm in good mood, like, please don't vex me

I saw bad one from Bexley, shorty looking too tea like Tetley

They thought I was down bad, but I came back widda bang like Benjamin Mendy

Back in the days, it was nothin' but Lonsdale

Now I'm doing up Fendi, Fendi

You think that I want them, these times my eyes are on toi

The boy's not perfect, I know I fucked up une fois

I wanna come see you, baby girl, I'm coming ce soir

The whip come noir, outfit noir, everything noir

You think that I want them, these times my eyes are on toi

The boy's not perfect, I know I fucked up une fois

I wanna come see you, baby girl, I'm coming ce soir

The whip come noir, outfit noir, everything noir