[Chorus]
N***a I fuck that hoe then I leave, I ain't runnin' no errands
N***a when I got in that smoke I just handled that shit by myself, I ain't run to my parents
N***a think we sponsored by Jordan my n***as’ll jump man
Come through this block we gon air 'em

[Verse 1]
N***a I step in this bitch if he talkin' too crazy I make a phone call, I ain't Karen
Pull up wit' da mask like Yeat
Leave yo' ass on skates
Keep on slidin' til' the gas on E
Got da Glock like key
Let it kick like Lee
Tryna skip a heartbeat, let it hit repeat
Had to scratch her off my schedule, the bitch type weak
I do not do no dates, this bitch low down and dirty, come suck me up like a Hi-C
Tryna fuck me outside the Hyvee
It's chess it not checkers, you step up, we hop over when I come thru bring my Glock over
Talkin' that tough shit get shot over
Trippen' 'bout a bitch I don't want like hot soda
I give a bad bitch the cold shoulder
Ain't even got time to fuck wit' you I'm so focused
Sorry lil' baby I don't notice
N***as talk shit on the net and I don't notice
Swing them sticks make 'em go home
Prepare a n***a funeral tryna find a n***a suit like I'm Frozone
It go up like the ozone if I tell foe'nem go slide on that boy, they gon' roll on 'em
Duckin' and dodgin' that dynamite, jumpin' up outta that stick it say “BOOM” like a cartoon
Fuck around find yo' face on a milk carton
Cut out his lights, turn this bitch to a dark room
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the meds now I'm far gone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got this bitch givin' me head in a dark room

[Chorus]
N***a I fuck that hoe then I leave
I ain't runnin' no errands
N***a when I got in that smoke I just handled that shit by myself, I ain't run to my parents
N***a think we sponsored by Jordan my n***as’ll jump man
Come through this block we gon air 'em

[Verse 2]
N***a ain't tryna get hit with this bitch, why the fuck he keep starin'?
Got his dumb ass shot tryna walk down the wrong block, n***a ain't know what the fuck he was wearin'
N***a I got the rock like a marriage
Nah n***a, I got the chop like a terrorist
Point at yo' top from the top of the terrace
And then tear his shit off leave a n***a embarrassed bitch
Big ass round like a Ferris, and then chop shit up he ain't die turnt that boy to a carrot
If I'm fuckin' that bitch I'ma have to go slap on that rubber, I cannot be careless n***a
I'm smokin' on gas, got the neighbors keep callin' the fire department take care of it
She told me she can't be my bitch, I got too many bitches and she is not okay with sharin', so I cut the bitch off
Cut the bitch off, she was psychotic
I'm probably better just me and my narcotics
That bitch hit my line and be forgotten
Send me yo' addy again 'cause I forgot it
Boy I get high like a pro-pilot, police don't like when I'm ridin' they profilin'
Why these n***as hatin'?
That's my problem, talk to the hoe, not to me, boy that's yo' problem
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off the meds now I'm far gone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got this bitch givin' me head in a dark room