'Owens on my feet, jk bitch stop lying
'30 on my hip, like I'm young Rick Grimes
She thought that she could trap me
But now she doing time
She wanna call it distance
But waste my fucking time

'Owens on my feet, jk bitch stop lying
'30 on my hip, like I'm young Rick Grimes
She thought that she could trap me
But now she doing time
She wanna call it distance
But waste my fucking time

Designer fucking drugs, designer fucking clothes
I wish I never knew you, I wish I was alone
You know I fucking hate you
You say I fucking don't
Call you fucking Negan
I'll slit your fucking throat

'Owens on my feet, jk bitch stop lying
'30 on my hip, like I'm young Rick Grimes
She thought that she could trap me
But now she doing time
She wanna call it distance
But waste my fucking time
Throw my foot right on the gas, bitch I'm swerving through
Ain't got the time to do some shit that I don't wanna do
Acting like your only special, 'cuz you say so
I've been chilling with the gang, like it's Saint's Row
Bitch I'm blowing up
Grab the cash and throw it up
You never show me love
Now you wanna hit me up
But I don't give a fuck
It's too late, and out of luck
Fuck her I got no trust, everything we had is dust
Sorry I'm not sorry, what we had is done
No apologies, I'm getting everything I want
And they think I wanna talk, but I don't wanna talk
I'm too busy making music and it never stops, no

'Owens on my feet, jk bitch stop lying
'30 on my hip, like I'm young Rick Grimes
She thought that she could trap me
But now she doing time
She wanna call it distance
But waste my fucking time

'Owens on my feet, jk bitch stop lying
'30 on my hip, like I'm young Rick Grimes
She thought that she could trap me
But now she doing time
She wanna call it distance
But waste my fucking time