Ion know what happened to me

All my songs been slapping on repeat

Shit, they fuckin’ wit me

If you don’t like it, shit, you stuck here with me

I be thumping these subs, they know what’s up

I got the good shit, they know I’m gonna plug up whatever you needing

Feeding the feining

This shit some crack, and I’m stuck on it, leeching

I don’t really like sativa, I need to chill

I been getting too hot in this shit

I wanna slut your bitch, but before we do it, we finna go shop, you dick

I be too sauced

Lightheaded, dark in my car, whatever; we all in, ay

I be a boss, clap what I want

Give a fuck ‘bout whatever it costing, ay

I do not trust any of these foolies

They dirty, they wishy, they washy, ay

Fuck ‘em, we ball

Get me some Prada and Louis

Or fuck it, some Balmin, ay

I will not settle with poverty, that ain’t a part of me, I’ll get my family straight

Boy better stop with the mockery, ain’t nun stoppin’ me

Mad ‘cause I’m popping?

Okay

Shawty a baddie, on top of me

Play with that pottery shape, and the guts like it’s clay

Fuck all that shit, really tryna get rich

Really tryna go make me a rack today

Dick all up in her, “Olé” how she sound

I’m servin’ this meat, imma give her a pound

That pussy was shootin’, that good shit, not lyin’

And she empty my clip, and I had me two rounds

Had me two rounds, shiit, I might just have to stick around

Fuck on my own- (see, like this what I’m talkin’ bout)

Ion know what happened to me

All my songs been slapping on repeat

Shit, they fuckin’ wit me

If you don’t like it, shit, you stuck here with me

I be thumping these subs, they know what’s up

I got the good shit, they know I’m gonna plug up whatever you needing

Feeding the feining

This shit some crack, and I’m stuck on it, leeching

I don’t really like sativa, I need to chill

I been getting too hot in this shit

I wanna slut your bitch, but before we do it, we finna go shop, you dick

I be too sauced

Lightheaded, dark in my car, whatever; we all in, ay

I be a boss, clap what I want

Give a fuck ‘bout whatever it costing, ay

I do not trust any of these foolies

They dirty, they wishy, they washy, ay

Fuck ‘em, we ball

Get me some Prada and Louis

Or fuck it, some Balmin, ay