[Intro]
Twenty… ay
Before I hit Neimans, I get a text to come grab it…
I ain’t livin’ average…
Think I wanna Porsche or a Benz or a Ashton…
Doin’ shit you can’t image..
Show no love through this bitch, I be taxin’…
They could never be a captain…
Kick it with the clerk and get to actin’…
Get them bitches here and make it happen..
Fuck around and blow the casket..
(Undefined, undefined)
Goin’ fast… ay


[Chorus]
Bad habits, doin' shit you can't imagine
I don’t show no love through this bitch, I be taxin'
These n***as too frail, they could never be a captain
I can really kick it with the clerk, and get to actin'
I can really get them bitches here and make it happen
My n***as really grimy, fuck around and blow the casket
Blowin' big Woods, hell no, I don't pass ‘em
I ain't really stressin' 'bout no bitches, been had 'em
Yeah, meals too, can't you see I've been havin'
Before I hit Neiman's, I get a text to come grab it
I ain't like these other n***as, I ain't livin' average
I think I wanna Porsche or a Benz or a Ashton
I don't need security, better beat a n***a backwards
I need a real bag, I’ll get to the bitches after
If I give a bitch attention, she tell everything that happened
I'm sick, I really feel that, yeah she send it right after

[Verse]
Her last n***a don't compare, he ain't like me
I guarantee that I'm nothing that he might be
I'm in the mall now shoppin' for some nice things
If ain’t no pressure being felt, I make the light green
I love Glocks, but I still a use a XD
I need twenty-five hunnid for a sixteen
I just poured another pop, still got more lean
Take a Percocet, wash it down with Codeine
Re-rock a four pack for some more cheese
I love them boys with them AT&T’s
He ain’t really got no heart, he just look mean
Four hunnid for a zip 'cause it's real weed, ay

[Chorus]
Bad habits, doin' shit you can't imagine
Show no love through this bitch, I be taxin'
These n***as too frail, they could never be a captain
I can really kick it with the clerk, and get to actin'
I can really get them bitches here and make it happen
My n***as really grimy, fuck around and blow the casket
Blowin' big Woods, hell no, I don't pass ‘em
I ain't really stressin' 'bout no bitches, been had 'em
Yeah, meals too, can't you see I've been havin'
Before I hit Neiman's, I get a text to come grab it
I ain't like these other n***as, I ain't livin' average
I think I wanna … or a … or a Ashton
Don't need security, better beat a n***a backwards
I need a real bag, I’ll get to the bitches after
If I give a bitch attention, she tell everything that happened
Ay, yeah she send it right after