Thanks, Jackery

Don't have bang, gotta go back to my old life, we was just scrubbing to eat

Remember, my Noah didn't run it, and we had no tissues, so I had to blow in the receipt

Damn, I love the lil hoe, but she don't love me, she love where I eventually be

But when I get where I eventually be, the hoe probably won't even be around me

Young red ****, gotta put food on the table, still gotta stay out to beat

Bryson Tiller, it's Spanish, thought it seemed, my a cappella increased

Fashion figure, he wanna dress like Keyette, but these chrome heart jeans ain't cheap

Classic dinners, it's only made for a queen, baby have fun, eat what you eat

Uh, Keyette, it's Keyette

Baby, you get what you want, to look like Queen

Baby, pick out what you want, you'll get it, you're fucking with Keyette

As long as you're fucking with Keyette

I got these bitch mom, and still got stout in the back, couldn't give her no slack

Passionate bomb, won't cat T keep doing that, I'ma shoot to his raps, beat up her walls

After I know I got time, so I'm hitting the sack, play pricks to get fucked, your shit'll get bought

You move like a scrub, I ain't going for that

Don't have bang, gotta go back to my old life, we was just scrubbing to eat

Remember, my Noah didn't run it, and we had no tissues, so I had to blow in the receipt

Damn, I love the lil hoe, but she don't love me, she love where I eventually be

But when I get where I eventually be, the hoe probably won't even be around me

Young red ****, gotta put food on the table, still gotta stay out of the beat

Bryson Tiller, it's Spanish, thought it seemed, my a cappella increased

Fashion figure, he want to dress like Keyette, but the cron hard jeans ain't cheap

Classic dinner, it's only made for a queen, baby have fun, get what you eat