Drop a song
Where you been?
Drop a bomb
I ain't seen you in a minute
I been (?)
I'm so fly
I ain't even need a flight atendent
Same goals, same bros, different hoes come and go
But I ain't trippin'
Clothes with (?)
(?)

N***as winning
Know they they thought they copy me
I'm sick of all this style mimic
I been killin' (?)
Stealing pins
Tryna make the scale infinite
I can feel it
Fuck your feet
Fuck your feelings
On a track I'm with the runnin'
Fuck your beef
Y'all some chickens roll on me
I swear your bag is warm gunnin'
Yeah woth the rag
Trad'em dunnin' in a siver level
(?) like I'm playing tennis
Top three out a ten
Still got seven (?)
I'm bet'em (?)
I been working under ever since begging
And I've been living life a show now
Chick ain't from the west end
But a cowgirl when she go down
If you want a problem
We can throw down
Like a showdown
Slow down in the (?) seat
Speak dope like it's more C
(?) to the fear for feet
It's what you givin'
If you want it lil boy
Was down for a minute
But music has everything I live for