(chorus)
‘owens on my feet, jk bitch stop lying
30 on my hip, like i’m young rick grimes
She thought she could trap me
But now she doing time
She wanna call it distance
But waste my fucking time

(verse)
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 neagan, i’ll slit your fucking throat

(chorus)
‘owens on my feet, jk bitch stop lying
30 on my hip, like i’m young rick grimes
She thought she could trap me
But now she doing time
She wanna call it distance
But waste my fucking time

(6obby)
Put 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 you’re only special
Cause 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
But 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
(chorus)
‘owens on my feet, jk bitch stop lying
30 on my hip, like i’m young rick grimes
She thought she could trap me
But now she doing time
She wanna call it distance
But waste my fucking time

(chorus)
‘owens on my feet, jk bitch stop lying
30 on my hip, like i’m young rick grimes
She thought she could trap me
But now she doing time
She wanna call it distance
But waste my fucking time