[Chorus]
I miss when we'd talk up on the phone, but now I hate my phone
3 p.m, but I forgot my morning, I'ma check my notes
Play your shit, but I think that shit borin', you said you the goat
My lil' brother's hittin' checks too quick, done copped a Lulu coat
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, bitch, I know, huh, huh (Bitch I know)
Bitch, I know this shit ain't easy, bitch, I know (Like, bitch I know this shit)
Flight to Paris, that's a bust, overload (Like, overload)
He actin' scary for no reason, bitch, I'm throwed
[Verse 1]
Bitch I'm— huh
Bitch, I'm throwed up in the spot, I'm like "What's up?"
She told me she pissed, but she still 'bout to hit me up
I hit back-end for a three-five, need a pick me up
Every higher order Issey, like, "What's pretty?" Yeah
This shit 'boutta fry me, they move grimey, I can't deal with that
Pocket watchin' every second, go and mind your business, damn
I'm still at the casting, "Be in the stu' in just a minute, man"
She just asked me if I'm good 'cause I'm fidgeting, oh, huh
What? Bitch, I'm good, bitch, I'm good, bitch, I'm straight, huh
Tell my shit, "Where my boys?" They go skate, phew
With my bro, catchin' fish at the lake, huh
Talk they shit, but I don't care like they say, phew
[Bridge]
Oh my god, oh my god, I just pray, huh
Oh my god, oh my god, bitch, I pray for it
Oh my god, oh my god, she thought I'm made for it, I— (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Got a new joint at the party, I'ma throw up
Bitch, you not bang that shit for real, so please don't throw it up
Feds who tryna shut down the show, I'm tryna roll one
I can't make decisions, for real, so I think I need both ones, huh
Like, both ones, like both ones, fuck
Huh, need more funds, need more funds, like yeah (Phew)
Huh, need more funds, need more funds, like what? (Phew)
Need more funds, need more funds
[Chorus]
I miss when we'd talk up on the phone, but now I hate my phone
3 p.m, but I forgot my morning, I'ma check my notes
Play your shit, but I think that shit borin', you said you the goat
My lil' brother's hittin' checks too quick, done copped a Lulu coat
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, bitch, I know, huh, huh (Like, bitch I know, huh)
Bitch, I know this shit ain't easy, bitch, I know
Flight to Paris, that's a bust, overload (Lets overload)
He actin' scary for no reason, bitch, I'm throwed
