DTW
[Verse 1]
I feel at home when I'm in the city
So it get hard when I ain't there
I'm at the DTW tryna' get on my flight
I'll call when I get out the air
Lil' baby, all the shit I do take all of me
So it's hard for me to be fair
Whenever I put shit out, they call for me
So it's hard for me to be square
Who the fuck gon' fit in my shoes?
Who the fuck gon' make me lose?
If I want what's mine and I want what's yours
Then, who the fuck gon' make me choose?
I been bringin' the racks in twos
Lil' oomph, put your back into it
I just pack up the bag with blues
[?]
I'm on the road and the shit get hard, but I can't be mad
'Cause I already know it
Steppin' through mud, but I can't be mad
Look down and imprint say "Rick Owens"
Bro sippin' on mud, but I can't be mad
'Cause back in the day, I ain't say, "Don't pour it"
We was supposed to be blood, but I can't be mad
'Cause back in the day, they was treating me foreign
Lil' n***a, I'm way too paranoid
I told shorty, "Don't get too forward"
Used to be stuck when I got in the whip
I don't even trip no more, I floor it
All this [?] I put on my fit
I don't even trip no more, I'm gorgeous
Shit on my mind used to make me sick
I don't even trip no more, I'm snorin'
[Refrain]
Shit on my mind used to make me sick
I don't even trip no more, I'm— uh
[Verse 2]
Got that ho' wanna' get geeked on a Monday
Lil' ho' geeked, tryna' rip my pants
Brand new bag came in on a Sunday
Think my plug tryna' fuck up my plans
I'm at the DTW goin' one way
Told her, I'll call her phone when I land
All of this [?]
All of this pay fuckin' up my head
I gave to you my all, ho', is you gon' blow it?
Bitch n***as plottin' on me, I already know it
I keep .40 on me for whenever it's snowin'
I keep shorty on me when she say she [?]
I'm on the road and the shit got hard
But I knew it would be, so I can't be mad
Couple of n***as turn opp' on me
But I knew how it be, so I can't be sad
Couple of n***as turn cop on me
It's a prop on me, if the police ask
Hatin' ass n***as tryna' plot on me
Throwing pots on me like Monique ass
Now I'm at the DTW tryna' get on my flight
I'll call when I get out the air
Ain't no n***a like me, I do it myself
I'll call when you n***as compare
I ain't even worried about if I'll fall, lil' boy
I could crawl and it wouldn't be fair
I ain't even worried about if I'll fall, lil' boy
If I crawled, it wouldn't be fair, yeah
I feel at home when I'm in the city
So it get hard when I ain't there
I'm at the DTW tryna' get on my flight
I'll call when I get out the air
Lil' baby, all the shit I do take all of me
So it's hard for me to be fair
Whenever I put shit out, they call for me
So it's hard for me to be square
Who the fuck gon' fit in my shoes?
Who the fuck gon' make me lose?
If I want what's mine and I want what's yours
Then, who the fuck gon' make me choose?
I been bringin' the racks in twos
Lil' oomph, put your back into it
I just pack up the bag with blues
[?]
I'm on the road and the shit get hard, but I can't be mad
'Cause I already know it
Steppin' through mud, but I can't be mad
Look down and imprint say "Rick Owens"
Bro sippin' on mud, but I can't be mad
'Cause back in the day, I ain't say, "Don't pour it"
We was supposed to be blood, but I can't be mad
'Cause back in the day, they was treating me foreign
Lil' n***a, I'm way too paranoid
I told shorty, "Don't get too forward"
Used to be stuck when I got in the whip
I don't even trip no more, I floor it
All this [?] I put on my fit
I don't even trip no more, I'm gorgeous
Shit on my mind used to make me sick
I don't even trip no more, I'm snorin'
[Refrain]
Shit on my mind used to make me sick
I don't even trip no more, I'm— uh
[Verse 2]
Got that ho' wanna' get geeked on a Monday
Lil' ho' geeked, tryna' rip my pants
Brand new bag came in on a Sunday
Think my plug tryna' fuck up my plans
I'm at the DTW goin' one way
Told her, I'll call her phone when I land
All of this [?]
All of this pay fuckin' up my head
I gave to you my all, ho', is you gon' blow it?
Bitch n***as plottin' on me, I already know it
I keep .40 on me for whenever it's snowin'
I keep shorty on me when she say she [?]
I'm on the road and the shit got hard
But I knew it would be, so I can't be mad
Couple of n***as turn opp' on me
But I knew how it be, so I can't be sad
Couple of n***as turn cop on me
It's a prop on me, if the police ask
Hatin' ass n***as tryna' plot on me
Throwing pots on me like Monique ass
Now I'm at the DTW tryna' get on my flight
I'll call when I get out the air
Ain't no n***a like me, I do it myself
I'll call when you n***as compare
I ain't even worried about if I'll fall, lil' boy
I could crawl and it wouldn't be fair
I ain't even worried about if I'll fall, lil' boy
If I crawled, it wouldn't be fair, yeah