Why would I be in the shit that I know
The city's too blue, my time to find
Came wit a Glock, not my gun

He was a fan, he was beggin' for mine
And once in a block, tried to get to know my
R.O.B, I put the stars up on the fly
There's no one to carry me in my bad side

Why did you ruin it? That ain't so fun
We're on a flight, we're about to land
And I, he can't get any more

I smoke it and pack it, it's loud
I goin it back straight up

I eat the beats, TAAKE OUUT
I'm like, girl, you know what I want
So no, we can't make out
Rich white girl at the lake house

I don't know what they bout
I'm with they hoe, she facе down
Like you could catch a K-Round
Let's go
Give mе my money, I'll do what I want
Bend a bitch over she with a blunt
And I'll say, who am I getting on
Talking to shawty, I dont give a fuck

Why you so mad
Why you all on at my nuts
I'll leave you riding a Big-Body once
Just hit the floor, I do it for fun

You better get out of me, I don't mind
It was right
Flew in my pocket, they feel like Smurf
Twenty three shots, made the OV-HO twerk

Deliver my kids, I wear the hat first
Close range wit a Glock, let's blow my shirt
Yeah, fuck
Ew, that little bitch want some of that

They tryna get with me, look, boy, you can lie
Me, and Ken, pour up ten shot
Fuck, shit, I'm sorry, okay
You can't have her, but I can

Fuck, buddy, right before you get to my head
Check, boy, that boy ain't get no rest