[Verse 1]
Aye, I probably hate you, but call you my n***a
And get packed in the back seat of the rental
Go crazy on instrumentals, aye
Flow cold like the other side of the pillow
My n***as is with the issues, this ain't a coincidental
I be listening to Beech breaking tree and I puff a little
I be planting all my seeds in her teeth and I laugh and giggle
I be chilling on the beach with your bitch, I ain't bagging nickels
If she got that fat back, I might give her my last initials

[Hook: KR and Malyricalexis]
Oh oh oh, tell me why you can't follow with me
Oh oh oh, put yo ass in the grindery-a-e
I don't wanna... hello
And I can do what I wanna do, ha huh huh huuuuh

[Verse 2]
In this mention, what you rattin' for?
Show you how a three metaphor
Will kamikaze on the shaffey but the pops is poor
Guess I really tryna say I don't know what's in store
But never mind now, I'm lookin' in my past and I'm seeing familiar faces
I'm fucking thotties with broadies, they're going past the laces
Sometimes I probably feel like my life is all altercation
Heard I'm a complex n***a, breaking down to the basic
You think I'm chasing these thotties, you n***as must be mistaken
And the way I'm spitting this flow you would think a n***a Jamaican
Making me oh so crazy, my baby never get lazy
I heard that life is a bitch, but that ho is clearly mistaken

[Hook: KR and Malyricalexis]
Oh oh oh, tell me why you can't follow with me
Oh oh oh, put yo ass in the grindery-a-e
I don't wanna... hello
And I can do what I wanna do, ha huh huh huuuuh