How the fuck I'm supposed to get this codeine out my denim

How the fuck I'm supposed to get them diamonds in my dental

I only fuck with gas, ion push no brakes, I don't like that pedal

All of my hearts is chrome, rocking lil different type of metal

Uh, yeah, I can't see straight

Made it off of rapping, boutta cop me a lil estate

I don't leave no room to fail, I don't leave no leeway

I don't even know which whip I'm in or if I'm on the freeway

I got a bad lil model bitch and she treat everyday like my bday

Uh, yeah huh, it's too bright lil bitch where the fuck my Saint Laurents at

She seen me take a million L's, how the fuck I bounce back

Like how he rob you for a zip, needa get yo ounce back

Yeah huh, I was trynna put on the team and shit

But everybody wanna act slimey

Wonder why I'm alone, really it's perfect timing

I don't need nobody to talk my shit and get to grindin

Uh, yeah huh, that's all I do no more

I outgrew a lot of people, we ain't cool no more

Uh, yeah uh, we ain't cool no more

Uh, all I know is pour that up and talk my shit and light my blunt bitch

And light my blunt bitch

All this shit for real, this is not no typa stunt bitch

On God I do this

This not no typa, uh

This is not no typa stunt bitch

Uh huh