[Intro: Carissa’s Wierd]
I still don't feel quite—, I still don’t feel quite at home in my bed
Can't help but wonder if you're proud of what you did

[Verse 1: Nettspend]
Yeah, you chattin’ on the net' when you talkin' down on Nett'
In that fast car fuckin' up a check
All my brothers in this bitch, when we jumpin' out a jet
And my brother drunk as fuck I told him he can't drive the Benz
But I'm off off two perc pills, I could drive Benz
In New York City, me and Polo’ off a Tech’
And my brothers—, And my brothers—, And my brothers in that fast car fuckin' up a check
I can’t take you 'round my area 'cause I'm really fucking stressed
All these bad bitches only tryna flex—, tryna flеx
In NY, but I’m only tryna flex and—, I'm only tryna flex like—, I'm only tryna flеx
I'm steady, I'm tryna flex for what?
Yeah, you talkin' around my back, you must be fuckin' high
Roll that 3.5 in the Benz, now we high
Shoutout 3500, witchgang and the guys

[Outro: Carissa's Wierd]
I still don't feel quite at home in my bed
Can't help but wonder if you're proud of what you did
I still don't feel quite at home in my bed
Can't help but wonder if you're proud of what you did
I still don't feel quite at home in my bed
Can't help but wonder if you're proud of what you did