[Intro]

Do you value purity over sanity

Over Vanity

Over Anything?

(Rillo)

Yo, woah-oh-oh

[Chorus]

Hey I've been looking in the distance

For some substance I can hold

But I fear my grip is slipping

From the one thing that I know

I don't want no lawn equipment

Only used for getting gold

I just pray someday I find someone

To keep until I’m old

I ain’t tripping, I ain’t tripping

For these women I’mma fold

If I give in to the pressure

I’ll forever be alone

While I spit this, God’s my witness

I would never sell my soul (Amen)

For the business of these bitches

Tryna take me from my throne

[Verse]

I been fucking with the bird trap

She been fucking where the bird’s at

I’ve been wanting something worth that

Your curves, racks

I’ve been putting off the urge, man

But I think that I’mma burst past my limit

Oh I know I got the worst rep

Worst splurging on the worst chance

Yeah, hit it in a minute

Where the bird at?

I’ve been fucking with a woman

With a dark past, yeah

I’mma get down clean

I’mma get down mean

I’mma look past things

That you used to do

I’mma get that drink

Or that joint you need

We can smoke my green

While we talk ‘bout you

My bad, to be honest

Never looked back

Got my eyes on you

‘Cause you’re so bad

Which is good for you

And you know that

But for me it’s bad

Bad, bad, bad!

Yeah

[Chorus]

Hey I've been looking in the distance

For some substance I can hold

But I fear my grip is slipping

From the one thing that I know

I don’t want no lawn equipment

Only used for getting gold

I just pray someday I find someone

To keep until I’m old

I ain’t tripping, I ain’t tripping

For these women I’mma fold

If I give in to the pressure

I’ll forever be alone

While I spit this, God’s my witness

I would never sell my soul (Amen)

For the business of these witches

Tryna take me from the throne

Bitch! (Wow)

[Refrain]

Yeah

Yeah

I ain’t fucking with the bird trap

I ain’t fucking where the bird’s at

I ain’t fucking with none of y’all

Yeah, fuck that

Fuck!

(Yeah, fuck that, fuck!)

[Alternate Hook / Outro]

While they're on stage singing this

Yeah

No I got bitches

I got bitches, I got bitches

I got hoes

All these bitches want money

And new designer clothes

I don’t really give a fuck

Cause I be on a fucking roll

Making dough, making dough

Making dough, making dough, yo