[Intro]
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Whatever you need from me I swear I don't got it
I'm in that bag, yeah I didn't go to college
Yall n***as going out bad, cuffing them hoes that got mileage
Boy what the fuck you got on, You need a stylist
I think his bitch like me, she keep looking at my lips
Rap n***as gay, they wanna fight me, but they really be my kids
Damn, yall n***as stealing my flow again, Damn again
I got my bitch I don't want no friends

[Verse 1]
Nah For real though
We in the hills bro
I wanna cop me a crib bro
Bullets they flying, [?]
Bitch I ain't lying, I tell them to paste those
If you survive I'm sending a missile
You dying to if you with bro
Yeah on god everyone dying
Mama still cry, bitch is you blind
No number (n)ine
[Chorus]
Whatever you need from me I swear I don't got it
I'm in that bag, yeah I didn't go to college
Yall n***as going out bad, cuff them hoes that got mileage
Boy what the fuck you got on, You need a stylist
I think his bitch like me, she keep looking at my lips
Rap n***as gay, they wanna fight me, but they really be my kids
Damn, yall n***as stealing my flow again, Damn again
I got my bitch I don't want no friends

[Outro]
Nah For real though
Yall n***as stealing my flow again, Damn
I got my bitch I don't want no friends
On god I'm sorry I know ima sin
I just wanna be with you again
I just wanna be with you again
Damn, Damn, Damn, Damn
Damn, Damn, Damn