I sip drink til i feel

Still looking for a way to get out

You said you wouldn't tell yo friend

Missed chanel couldn't f*ck me up

I just hit my little plug for the rio

For the week i might chill at yo b house

They gon suck it up bounced what i see it though

I lost feelings long time ago

Bullets he gon feel em, he ain't going home

Chop em like a villain

Ive been smoking killa

Ima rich -

Why this ho acting so bitter

Drank poured til i hurt my liver

Tell this ho i ain't sentimental

I can't look at myself in the mirror

B*tch y'know my problems disappear

I dont give a f*ck bout your feelings

I make money just to make it clear

(huh)

She wanna fuck with the gang

Everyday im putting my face in the clouds, im smoking on banks

How you say you love me?

You dont know my name

Im tired of sipping on drinks

A thousand then run to the bank

About to spend me a bag on the chain

Rocking these streets with designer

Im fucking your bitch you won't find her

Ive been here as a reminder ohh-aohh

Bad ho* why you gotta be so bitter

Don't need no block mens

Ghost Glocks if anybody changing figures

Might need me a rider

Pull off in a v8

Ive been counting that guala

Ay gonna show him that beat ay

Getting low like jaydes