(I don't feel anything)

I'm en route to M's

I don't wanna meet your mans

Damn, the air got cold, damn near froze my neck

All that smoke is old, but if they want it, clock it

I tried to go the peaceful route, but it just wasn't no stoppin'

I had to pour up decent mud to feed my codeine problem

They seen the .40 sticking out my jeans, they want no problems

And she's a 10, and that's for sure, but she gon' eat McDonalds

Or at that little chicken spot around the block, she still turned down me

She eat me up like I'm some food and I just count up commas

This bitch a slut and now she wanna act like the Dalai Lama

Girl fuck my mans, go be outstanding

Do your thing however you made it

I stay calm when it go left, the last thing you should do is panic

This ho gave me her whole head off her shoulders when she two-hand it

When she want some dick, she don't just hit my phone, on bro, she spin

I wan' post a pic, she say, "You on your phone but you can't answer"

I said, "Bitch, you made my bones weak, like you was some damn cancer"

I'm en route to M's

I don't wanna meet your mans

Damn, the air got cold, damn near froze my neck

All that smoke is old, but if they want it, clock it

I tried to go the peaceful route, but it just wasn't no stoppin', yeah

Please no photos, I don't feel well

Yeah, I can't tell if it's you or the drugs that's worser for my health

Woah, I gotta scratch this lil' shit off, the bitch said, "Go to hell"

(I don't feel anything)

How we gon' get it together, you wanna be forever, but you went and covered it up

I gotta turn this shit up, give a fuck 'bout a slut, I just wanna count up blue bucks

I don't give a fuck about life, my diamonds is white, them bitches is giving Ku Klux

My molly is tan, not white, my drank is purple, not green

I'm two trucks deep with bad hoes

I thought it was gonna make me feel better, but I'm still not feeling a thing

Penthouse, DTLA, I'm searching, why the hell I still feel numb?

Mad as hell, I fucked a ho real quick, I don't care if she cum

I'm on shit right now, I'm tweaking, it's not normally how I run it

I gotta face this shit, I go however it is, however it come

Whatever slide my way I got it, I gotta have faith in myself

I be feeling like shit too much for me, but I still find a way out

I be feeling like I can't muscle it, but I'm flexin' shit right now

Woah, when I shouldn't have invested in that bitch, shit turned down south

Woah, and the ho real wicked, she know her pussy hold power

Slatt, when I touch that ticket, I don't want no hoes spinnin' 'round

'Cause, I'm en route to M's

I don't wanna meet your mans

Damn, the air got cold, damn near froze my neck

All that smoke is old, but if they want it, clock it

I tried to go the peaceful route, but it just wasn't no stoppin'

I had to pour up decent mud to feed my codeine problem

They seen the .40 sticking out my jeans, they want no problems

And she's a 10, and that's for sure, but she gon' eat McDonalds

Or at that little chicken spot around the block, she still turned down me