Say you my brother but ain't got my back

Say you be fucking with slimes and the slatts

She from the 80s a cougar a cat

She don't love me she in love with my bag

Walk down the hall and you see all the plaques

And I'm making these melodies fuck got a knack

And I'm with all the soldiers I'm wearing all black

I got a hellcat but I still rock the jag

Diamonds on frost I ain't talking bout jack

Speak on the truth and I speak on the facts

And she choosing me over you like its tag

Pass her a pill for the pain in her back

And she say I won't make it

But look at the numbers

Like you do the math yeah

You do the math

Now look look look

I just been taking the money and flipping it with all the pain

She give me her number I don't ask for names

She only care about my follower gain

Caught him lacking smoke him like a cigar

I hop on the mic then I'm raising the bar

She gave me head and that shit go bizarre

She feeling my body she feeling my scars

You ain't been with us baby not at all

I feel like Pop Hunna popping Adderall

My bitches be fast and furious ain't no Paul

You said you love baby I recall

They really scared of the walk but the fall

It's been a minute since I could go ball

She keep on lying I know that it's false

How many I took maybe two or three

The way live how I love how a movie be

I can not talk to that lil bitch she new to me

She keep on begging for attention I can not see

**** it's not what it's supposed to be

Ain't no **** as cold as me

I got the flower like rosery

I keep my brothers so close to me

Aye count up the guap

Count up the 50 young **** can't stop

Life in the city I'm seeing the stars

Drxco lil drxco I'm going to mars

Push back aye

We gone push back aye

We gone push back aye

We gone push back aye

We gone push back

We gone push back

We gone push back

Push back aye we gone push back ​

Going straight ghost

Whip so clean with the suicide doors

Bitch so mean feel like going on a war

Even if I fall in the end Ima score

Shooters in the back

Always gotta tiptoe

Gotta turn up

Ain't no time for no shit-shows

Gotta get my bag up

Only me and god knows

Same brown boy

Ain't changed since the get-go

Me and my girl moving outer space no escapist

She don't wanna go to the moon take a day trip

Looking at my wrist got a Tom Ford bracelet

Small town girl with a booty and a facelift

Can't fuck with no lame bitch

Young **** chasing the guap

I got the guap in my motherfucking pocket

We balling so hard like the motherfucking rock-ets

Feel like I'm boogie knights in the 80s

Choppa hit his left side made him lazy

Ain't nothing devilish she like hades

Pouring up activist in my Mercedes

5 rings go

We really going for more

White bitch sniffing on snow

Feel like 12 kick down your door

Bitch tryna backtrack we got past that

Then we pull up and scratch that

In black cat or 1999 hatchback

We gone push push push back

We gone push back aye

We gone push back aye

We gone push back aye

We gone push back

We gone push back

We gone push back

Push back aye we gone push back ​