I got twenty five my chest, twenty five under my mattress

I ain’t even gotta try for real I do it with no practice

All I talk bout pape she said that I’m an addict

I prolly get the Carti before I fuck around and go Patek

I only want them bluestrips, ion even fuck with dubs no more

He don’t even got no motion tell him he not my cus no more

Tell him he not my fam bitch

I been state to state I been puttin my dick in fan bitches

Lil bitch tryna fuck but I’m counting up lil bitch my hands busy

Lil bitch my hands busy

Yeah dat bitch a freak everytime I fuck wanna be on cam with it

I put like 8 grams in the blunt lil bitch I won’t even let my man hit it

Yeah huh I pour like four lines of that drank lil bitch I’m only gon mix a can wit it

Lil bitch said she can’t wit it, I said go get a new man wit it

Yeah huh, but she won’t tho

You won’t believe the shit I seen I need a GoPro

If it’s bout pesos I don’t play I go loco

They keep pressing me bout pape but I don’t know tho

Yeah I don’t know nothin

You wanna hear a word from me better book a show or sum

They been jacking shit too long they prolly owe us some

I got lil bro on call he trynna blow him sum

Yeah like why my eyes low

Tell lil bitch stop asking I got fye dope

Quit asking bout my denim its numba nine tho

Like bitch you bad but your friend kinda fine tho

Fuck it lemme get both of ya

Fuck that x or the perc I want both of them

I want both of em

Like fuck that x and that perc I want both of em

Fuck that x and that perc I want both