(Court Guard)

I’m on a plane, shawty I can’t even text you
I’m countin’ money, baby I don’t wanna stress you
I’m in a foreign, movin’ fast I need some jet fuel
And shawty say she wanna fuck
Go text your ex dude

I’m smokin’ gas
Don’t give a fuck about your plans
I’m in the bag ‘n’ I’m rollin’ up
OG [?]
Hella fried and I’m blowin’ up
- always talkin’ hella mad so I’m pourin’ up
I been gettin’ money

Why the clock stop
Hunnids on the watch
Inna heart box
Shawty like a fox
Pussy pop (wha)
Rollie hella fire
Fuck a wrist watch
Baby you a curse, like Pandora’s Box
But I’m scared
‘N’ I can’t even think ‘cause there ain’t anybody there
Yuh, so shawty coolin’ down, you here
And imma beat that pussy, tear it up ‘n’ lеave it bare
Yuh, ay fuck you mean?
‘N’ you can hit my phonе, shawty, by any means
‘N’ I be all alone, shawty, come fuck wih me
And sorry I’m a burn, shawty, the 3rd degree
‘Cause I be spittin’ heat