[Verse]

Tapping it off in the middle

All of my devices operatin

This relation consists of the middle

So just shut up, I'm poppin' a pimple

Yeah, yeah, I got what all's like, what

Look, me know you fat, yeah

You know you livin' in racks

Usin' the make-away flask And the boy used to get up, takin' a bath

My boy used to fall on floor like a week's worth, man

Feel like I ain't ever met her in fact

Yeah, bitch, tell her I was a six-pack mustache

Yeah, look, boy, that's the note he was asking

He lookin' inside me, ass

Lord, I just been talkin' to him

Tell him, talkin' to him

You know that she's finna fail, yeah

Cause I go back to the trail, yеah

I don't know about all this jail, yeah

Come on, look, boy, you got mail, yeah

Talking about all thе grills, yeah

You can't stop seein' mail, yeah

You know that this is not for sale, yeah

So come on, let's start speaking out, yeah

You know that I've been around since hell, yeah

That's what all these rookies feel, yeah

Come on, now, let's find you a girl, yeah

Family just ain't on the scale, yeah

People just move like a snail, yeah

Started bitchin' with the wheels, yeah

Money more than enough to kill, yeah

Got more than nothin' in this mail, yeah

Niggas need more details, yeah

When I breathe, I inhale, yeah

Breathin' out, I exhale, yeah

I don't feel no tails, yeah

[Outro]

She just wants to say that

You have to say goodbye now