Music: Olivia Day
Huh, huh-huh
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Molly from the pack, but she offered 'em
****
Bitch, you can't kick it with me
I'm tryna bring the whole city with it
You-you can't count hundreds and fifties with me
Look at they wrist, man, it cost a kit
Look at the shit that they did with us (No-nothing)
Said that he up, but I know that he bluffing
Hit that boy up, but just not for discussion
And I keep the stick like I'm some kind of Rus'
Bitch I got VVS (My chain), open a PDF
Still cannot notice it (Okay), I said, "I'm sorry, man"
Used to count fifties, now he countin' tens
Part of the plan, I'm tryna get me a check when I land
VI-VIP, bitch, you know me
(I do them Percs, but I only want Xans)
Let-let me drop down, 'bout to work on some more
I cannot say that we goin' to war
You tryna see what I got up in store
If she want it, I give her some more
They said I'm losing, but look at the score
You cannot hang with us, that's how it go
Not playin' soccer, but scored me a goal
I make more than hits in a row
They be dyin' for the X in my cup
My bitch, she bad, and she wanna ****
I got a bag 'cause I'm goin' up
You go out sad, you can't run it up
All of these hoes keep tellin' me to slide
Keep doin' drugs, I think I'ma die
Wherever I go, I get my 9
Baby, I love you, so why would you lie?
I'm a lil' fiend, I love to get high
G-G19, know he mad 'cause she like me
My bitch Frozone, too icy
Text no hoes and keep my piece
Yeah, I keep my life
She wanna be my wife, my bitch too damn nice
Tell me I'm too nice, and if they switched up, it's alright
I get to the coin like Mario, follow the straight line
I-I-I know your man's outta luck, I'm tryna get me a dub
I don't know what's in the cup, and they goin' down, but I'm up
You're not gonna go up, bitch, 'cause you do the same thing
I could never change, but the shit I wear, you know that change
And if you not my day one, we not cool, you not that range
Can't even trust my bros no more, they switched up, it's strange
But I hop in that bitch regardless, I like to see what I started
Don't need the smoke anymore 'cause it got boring
Don't wanna talk to your bitch if she boring
And you're working too hard, and making nothing
Out of my body at 5 in the morning
**** everybody, it's not metaphoric
Bitch, you got nothing to show for, woah
'Cause I already know what I got if it's cold
Put in that work, how you still wear the same clothes?
Not doin' shit, heard that boy is a ho
Said that he genuine, sad he a fraud (Fraud)
Bi-bi-bitch, I'm on go
Handle myself, but I'm back on my mode
I'm movin' past him, the way that I'm supposed