Lyrics from Snippets

And my bitch bad, I cannot complain (Yuh)
These n***as goin' out like lames (Shit)
They've been tryna ride my wave
It was a late night on the third
Bottles and B&Bs, we on the top floor
Sometimes, I’m so insecure
See through you n***as even with all my eyes closed
Going up, why the popping bottles? We going
Whip, whip