[Chorus]
She think I’m cheating on her, all she do is speculate
[?] I’m so high, bitch I levitate
She call me her mans, when they pull up, I’m like “Hol’ on wait”
Uh, hol’ on wait, uh, baby give me space
Like a year ago, I was [?] felt like dyin’
Now I’m up as fuck, I ain’t even trying
[?] my bills, I ain’t feel like crying (Oh my god, Ronny!)

[Verse 1]
Ran up fast, gotta get that dough
Smacked her on her ass, I don’t fuck with hoes
Take a sip of lean, now I’m movin’ slow
Leave him in the past, bullet hit his dome
[?] fye, takin’ n***as out my mind
I can see it in her eye
Bitch, I’m fly as a kite
She like “Can you come to my crib and fuck me”, I might
[…]
[…]
Yeah, that’s my thottie, she gon’ do what I say so
I need bands, I need bands, I’m off xans, yeah, I’m off xans
Yeah, she my fan, Yeah, she my fan, now I’m like “Oh shit” I put that shit up on cam
Run up on my clique, you’s a bitch, you get banned
Call my mans, yeah, we gon’ jam
[Chorus]
She think I’m cheating on her, all she do is speculate
[?] I’m so high, bitch I levitate
She call me her mans, when they pull up, I’m like “Hol’ on wait”
Uh, hol’ on wait, uh, baby give me space

[Verse 2]
Yeah, go on escalate
Woah, [?]
They like “This way too hard this the best you made”
And I’m like “no, no, no” you haven’t heard my unreleased tape
They be fiends when they locked in, that’s the ones I hate
She wanna fuck with me, we can’t even go on first base
Go on [?], you cannot even reach my page
I made like five, fifteen bands today
Just look at my hair

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