Wym i cannot beat it up

Feet up while i eat it up

They like you the life of the party

Cus i be feedin her

The shots that i just pulled out my pocket

I got no reason to be needy go on take em you got em

I aint no Amateur

As she passin out sayin im a Coochie Whisperer

Get her out the house Then we Level up to regional

Dont do it for clout, i dont do it for the media

Im just fuckin around, seein if im all that lyrical

B. I. G. G. F. E. R. N

i like rollin two doobies before saying it From within

And these mf’s hatin on How i write with a pen

Cant erase it mistake it for a little kid Scribblin

Huh

Its the hoodie weather thatll make amends with me

Cannot puff inside the rental so im bringing layers with me

Come to my assembly

Yet dont come empty handed cus i thought i fuckin told you that we rollin 50/50

Huh

Take a breather for a minute

Aderall kickin in so i think i gotta fidget

Fatigue in my feet because my dick is all up in it

Get down on yo knees because a brotha gotta finish

HOLD ON

Im like bitch i gotta roll on

Get up in the whip and maybe let me get my stone on

Controllin the aux is only somethin i bestow on

So i dont wanna hear no fuckin “put some chappell roan on”