Uh, uh

They don't like how I wear my clothes

They don't like how I fuck all of they hoes, I know

They don't like how I pull up in a Range Rover (Beep, beep, get out)

Everywhere I look, where they wanna go (Go, go)

Find me where I could pull up and fuck all the hoes, yeah (Pull up, pull up)

It's a weird schedule and I'm chillin' at home (Eugh, eugh, eugh, what?)

Go to sleep at 6 a.m., where cars go past my home (Yeah, let's go)

And I can't give you my digits (What?), bitch, don't want you to hit my phone (Let it beep)

Can't hit my phone, I been outside trappin', bitch, I am a crow

Yeah, been, yeah, outside trappin', feelin' like a crow (Like a crow)

Fuck it, bitch, I'm in my Vans, so I'm feelin' like a pro, yeah (Let's get it)

My life easy-peasy, it's advanced to the ho (It's easy)

I just want you to know, I called Leon, said it's to go (Yeah)

I called Ce, that's my bro, and me and zuro in a Ghost

Raf Simons, go Raf, see me go

Rather see me, then you go

Blood stain on my tank (Aha), I can see it by the sink

Blood stain on my tank, I got a blood stain on my tank

That ELC never was fake, I go through this every day

I go through this every day

I'm so distressed, my jeans fit great

I'm goin' in late, I'm goin' in late, I'm goin' in late, I'm goin' in late

I'm goin' in late, I'm goin' in late, I'm goin' in late, I'm goin' in late, yeah

I'm go— I'm go— go— goin' in late, I'm goin' in late, yeah

They don't like how I wear my clothes

They don't— they don't— they don't like how I wear my clothes

They don't like how I fuck all of they hoes, I know

They don't like how I pull up in a Range Rover (Beep, beep, get out)

Everywhere I look, where they wanna go (Go, go)

Find me where I could pull up and fuck all the hoes, yeah (Pull up, pull up)

It's a weird schedule and I'm chillin' at home (Eugh, eugh, eugh, what?)

Go to sleep at 6 a.m., where cars go past my home (Yeah, let's go)

And I can't give you my digits (What?), bitch, don't want you to hit my phone (Let it beep)

Can't hit my phone, I been outside trappin', bitch, I am a crow

Yeah, been, yeah, outside trappin', feelin' like a crow (Like a crow)

Fuck it, bitch, I'm in my Vans, so I'm feelin' like a pro (Let's get it, puh, puh, puh)

It's easy

Yeah

That's my bro, I'm with zuro in a Ghost, fuck off