[Verse]
In my room smokin' dope
Macbook, S7, TV uh huh
I'm a lonely mother fucker
But I declined 'cause I la li, uh huh
And I'm at creative block
Don't know what to say, but I've got a fuckin' Glock, ooh, ooh
I don't wanna-, uh uh
I'ma just keep hummin' on the beat
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmm
Yeah, I'm the best in this bitch
Got a Glock .45 bitch don't get hit, woah
And I'm in Virginia, with the boys and we smokin' dope inside the apartment, woah
Oh yeah, I got bars
Oh no, I got your card
Fuck yo' bitch, I'm off a bar
And I'm all up in this bitch
Yo' bitch is suckin' on my dick
And I'm like, "What the fuck?" Oh, huh, huh, huh
Ooh, now I'm off beat
And yo' bitch, yeah, she wanna fuck with me
Oh yeah, and she wanna suck my D
What have I became?
I've still given up, I don't give a fuck
I do what I want, I don't give a fuck
Don't care if it's good, don't care if it's bad
Aw man, I'm a fan
I'ma pull up to the block, like a Stan
That don't even make no mother fuckin' sense
But this shit still goin' hard, man
Aw man, aw man
I'ma pull up to the block, like a Stan
That shit don't even make no fuckin' sense
Oh well, it's still hard, man, ooh
I'ma do a cartwheel into a fuckin' pool-ool, pool-ool, pool-ool
I'ma do a cartwheel into a fuckin' pool-ool, pool-ool, woah
I'ma do a cartwheel inside a fuckin' pool-ool, ooh-ooh, ah-ah
I'ma do a cartwheel inside a fuckin' pool-ool, woah
I'm in school and I can't make no mother fuckin' friends
I'm too fuckin' anti-social, don't know what to do
Hold my mother fucking Glock
Look to the sky 'cause I don't have a mother fucking clue