We finna drop em like on the floor
I wanna fuck on that bitch from the back of the trap
Have her screamin like Lana Rhoades
I wanna hit it, just like a pack
She wanna suck on my dick from the back
Couple of hoes that I mix in da trap
Bro is a simp, he get a pat on the back
I'm cooking up yola with my hoes
I run from da cops, like uh oh
I keep that muhfuckin' pole
I'm a addict, I'm struggling
Bitches, your fumbling
My money keeps tumbling
Up, up, u-up
I'm smoking on gas
We will not last
So let's just leave this shit in the past
Leave me alone
Don't call on my phone
I fuck on dat bitch
Lower ya tone
I try and I try again
But I don't wanna be your friend
Fuck the old me, I just want da new me
Fuck the old me, I just want da new me
I don't fuck wit bitches that be sayin that they knew me
I don't really love her, I jus say that for the doonies
I got a barrel round, it shaped like boobies
In da trap with my youngin's, yeah they newbies
She said she wanna fuck, she wan do me
Someone get they mans, 'cause they fruity
He rocking the belt, that I gave em
His mom is a bitch, she ain't raise em
I flex on my money, I faze em
That boy is a bitch and I paved em
That boy is a bitch and I praised em
That boy my son and he still talkin shit
That boy my son but he still is a bitch
How you get a bloody nose from ya own clique
He tryna make fun of da fits
That boy rockin no brand
Beat up by his own fam
Beat up by his own mans
I take the perc, yeah I cannot land
I really see that I got the fans
I really see that I got the bands
I really count it up in my hands