Prod. Matt Teap you too crazy!

I'm so chill!

If I pop out to yo function, I got stick fuck you mean?

Don't ask me about my fit just know I spent your rent on jeans

Pour up, I'm tryna stop but when I do I don't feel a thing

I was fucked up I ain't had no hand now they hit my phone, I let it ring

**** die right where he standing here he think to swing on me

Don't ask me why I'm clutching at the function you know how **** really be

I've been working hard put the dog shit on every fit, Ya mean

Couple thousand for some shoes, another thousand for some jeans

She wanna fuck, she got a **** I ain't even tryna come between

I need my own, type to dress her down, diamonds and McQueens

They call my phone, see I'm doing good, they treat me like a king

Stand on my own, they wasn't there so when they call, I let it ring

But If I pop out to yo function, I got stick the fuck you mean?

Don't ask me about my fit just know I spent your rent on jeans

Pour up, I'm tryna stop but when I do I don't feel a thing

I was fucked up I ain't had no hand now they hit my phone, I let it ring

But If I pop out to yo function, I got stick the fuck you mean?

Don't ask me about my fit just know I spent your rent on jeans

Pour up, I'm tryna stop but when I do I don't feel a thing

I was fucked up I ain't had no hand now they hit my phone, I let it ring

I'm going up, they hit my phone, call me back, I let it ring

They call me back, cause I used to call on them

They ain't got shit for me, they don't even fuck with me