[Intro]
Yo, (Babybeel)
Ay ha, yo
Yuh, these n***as fake (Brr)
These hoes is fake (Babybeel)
Yuh, this hoe do a line
Then she tell me everything that she hate
She sings every line to my song
Cause she know she can't hate

[Verse]
Had to say sorry my mom
For all the drugs that I take
Fucked up off pills n' the drank (Bi)
Cannot hear shit that you sayin (Bi)
Me n twin hop out sprayin' shit
I can't have no main bi-
I don't want no fame bi-
I might fuck the fame bi-
In my hood don't save shit
M241 sayin shit
M149 say shit
Them shoota's do not say shit
In the trap I'm famous
Yo hoe see me she fainted
Can't havе my heart its tainted
She want lovе told her save that shit
[Chorus]
Save that shit
Save that shit
That hoe wants some love
And I told her save that shit
Yeah she wants some love
And I told her save that shit
I step on the stage
And I told em' play that shit
I get on the stage
And I told em' play that shit
I step on the stage
And I told em' play that shit
Run that shit (Yo)
Run yo shit
Finesse cult, bitch
Like run yo shit

[Bridge]
And I think I need a ambulance
I'm bleeding out on my desk
I don't need no medicine
I take the hand out I'm not stressed
I take a hand out I'm not yo
I'm not sick no more
Till I saw her pose
[Verse 2]
Now I'm getting throat
Get off mi- might I fuck thi hoe
Tell my bro's what I'm on
This hoe trippin in my phone
Tell the hoe get out my phone
You not listening and I don't have time
Bitch, trust me I'd rather get fried (Yeah)
Bitch I'd rather get fried
This bitch is living a lie
So she get kicked out the ride
I'm on the ride with two studs
You know that I'm clutching that nine
Yo bi' say yuke is the best
So she givin them cheeks
And all of her time
You really went after that smut after me
Yeah that shit had me cryin
I'm smoking green's like a fucking athlete
You know what the fuck goin on
Bitch I make bread like a athlete
But I don't play no sports
With that '223 I'm shootin greens
I'm shootin from full court
Told em' come backstage
And beat n***a up you come to my tour
[Outro]
Misery tour, to yo bitch house
She told me, don't pull out
Misery tour, straight to yo trap
Pull up with gang, we catching hats
We double back, we spin again
Smoking from the black
Then shoot at yo town
Smell all the rats we shootin at now
Call all my haters like
"Where were you when?"
Yeah, Call all my haters like
"Where were you when?"
Call all my haters like (Yeah)
Call all my haters like
"Where were you when?"
Yo (Random sfx)