[Verse]
Woah, woah, woah, uh
Smokin' that pack at the front, oh
Lil' bitch, I may feel your stress, oh
I ain't tryna make new friends
I already went and did all that
Your bitch tryna hit my page
Make me, bitch, consider that (Yeah)
Woah (Woah)
Shawty getting too close (Let's go, lil' bitch)
On the low (Yeah)
Still smoking hella dope
Shawty wan' fuck, yeah
I'm like, "Baby, let's go" (Baby, let's go)
B-b-b-beat it up (Yeah)
Then I'm finna go ghost (Yeah)
I ain't seen her in months (Yeah)
She like, "Where that bitch go?" (Where that bitch go?)
I'm in love with my gun, yeah (Yeah)
D-R-A-C-O (D-R-A-C-O)
Yeah, all they do is talk
I was flexing on all thesе hoes
Yeah, you ain't really a punk, yеah
You just wear nice clothes (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, everybody so fake, I can see it in they souls (Yeah, yeah)
I'm not awake off the lean, it's where I doze (It's where I doze)
Yeah, I see your play characters inside yo' songs, uh
N-P-D-C-A finna kick down on my doors, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shout-out Fulcrum, bitch, I'm faded than a ho, uh
Yeah, I see yo' plays, them shits botted, that's fo' sure, uh (Yeah, that's for sure)
I'm too creative, all this shit is off the dome, yeah (Off the dome)
Told her, "Repeat that shit"
All this shit is off the dome, dome, dome, dome, dome, wait, hold up
I'm in my zone, zone, zone, zone, zone (Zone, zone)
Yo' bitch hit my phone (Yeah, yeah)
I'm so done fuckin' with these hoes
You're not funny, and we smokin' on some dope, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
(You're not funny, and we smokin' on some dope, yeah)
(Smokin', smokin' on some dope)
(On some dope)
(Yeah, on some dope, yeah)