[Intro]

PNP young money

[Verse]

I feel it in my soul, I'm the top G

Copious amounts of what? I'm a drug fein

I'm still posted up with Roc', sippin' mud, lean

Came in with expensive clothes, bitch, that's all me

They was- They was talking down on me, ain't take it lightly

I had to show some opp hoes how to fuck, sheesh

I'm gon' take the next one, like I'm Kobe

I feel like back in 2015, I'm a hypebeast

I heard you think that hoe is yours, just ask her about me

I'm like, "hold on tight, uh, you got nose bleeds"

She took way too much base, why she holding me?

I seen the emotion leave my body, I lost 33

Stupid bitch up in my face, I told her, "take it easy"

All my exes double back, I fuck 'em all for free

I still fuck with Bri, but she live too fast

They think the devil in my body, but I made a pact

Bitch, I can't come into your party, I'm gon' zip that ass, uh

I- I like the way her ass clap, I told her, "shake that"

We drinking blood, my wallet getting way too fucking fat

I might pull up with all my goons, like, stop the fucking cap

The police watching me the only reason you ain't flat

I thought I told you this before, there ain't no going back

I could send a demon, let me call up my brother

I threw that bitch away, and went and got another

I- I was chilling in my bed, and saw my music doing numbers

I'm really out my fucking mind, I'm medicated uppers

It's a never ending party off the substance

You can't tell me shit 'bout nothing

Like, what the fuck going on with my stomach?

Pull out, put it in her mouth, how she love it

[Outro]

Let the music do the work, bitch, shut up

Let the music do the work, bitch, shut up

Let the music do the work, bitch, shut up

Let the music do the work, bitch, shut up

Let the music do the work, bitch, shut up

Let the music do the work, bitch, shut up