(Good luck wasting your life)

[Intro]

I'm sick and tired of there motherfuckers you know what I'm sayin'?

Always talking 'bout how they this and they that

You know what I'm sayin'?

But ain't this shit- ain't me though (Woah, woah, woah! )

Let's go! (We're sorry)

[Verse 1]

Bad lil bitch from the tropics

She wanna fuck

What the topic?

Just take it right off me

I'm in off-white with narcotics

All in my pack with the robins

Be stepping so softly

I'ma do me, that's regardless

Don't give a fuck how you rock

Bitch, you know how I'm coming

I'm in the VIP and still got it

Pound in the whip, smell exotic

We smoking y'all homies

Run up be catching that body

Pull up

The Glock like a Rari

I'm skrrting ‘em off me

Trapping my phone never silent

That ho keep ringing and ringing

Ya bitch keep on calling

Just told Lil P that I'm balling

He said you know that I got you

I;ll kill if they talking

Just got some bricks, I'ma wash it

Breaking it down like Mufasa

I lie ‘em in coffins

Just copped me a pint of some wock

I'm sleep walking

Lil woadie gon' hop out

Police gotta chalk it

Keep popping these 30’s

And walking on water

I'm off in New Orleans with killers and homies

Be thinking it's sweet and they biting the hardest

We folding ‘em up like a mac

Hit the target

I'm rolling off molly, my jaw keep on locking

I know that you see me but, bitch, keep it walking

We spinning ya block

Leave a opp

Stephen Hawking

They lying

They talking

I hear it too often

I move how I want

But proceed me with caution

Go drag ‘em in creeks, now we call that boy Dawson

New feet on the whip

Yeah, you know that I'm flossing

I just flew a bitch to get fucked down from Austin

I need some more zaza, don't care what it's costing

It's Grey to the grave so you know I'm exhausted

[Interlude]

“..Yeah you know I'm fucking tired

Of you bitch ass motherfuckers

Always acting like you need something

From me. Ya know what I'm saying…

Where the fuck was you ?”

[Verse 2]

Cool lil hoe get it popping

I'm in the field like a lineman

Be loaded, no cocking

Louis V holding that rocket

All of that hate, you should stop it

I'm grinding these options

Pussy keep coming correct

I'm at the front of they neck

One move and I'm gliding

Cooling kit came with the tec

Promise I'm splitting ya head

No aiming at bodies

Doing the dash in a 'Vette

And I'm sliding

My woe scraping forgis

No tripping we riding

I'm doubling back

Ain't no ducking, no hiding

That kimber like walker

I'm leaking ya noggin

A four of the quag

Got me dripping and drowning

I fully the Glock with the switch

Get from 'round it

I'm passing ya block with no mask and I'm bout it

He lit like a bounty, still counting up homies

I know what I'm doing, I know how I got it

That F&N popping so really no problems

I curve all my ex’s and fuck on these models

Pull up in a tesla, we hydra-shok rocking

Lil ma get the extra ten thousand for shopping

A hundred some p’s, I know what I'm copping

Exotic my weed, I'm smoking that proper

Whats up with ya hoe? I heard she a bopper

No, let's get into it, got scripts like a doctor

That chopper be beating ‘em up like a boxer

Feel like I'm Bruce Wayne, I'm kicking and robbing

Ain't saving no hoe, that shit ain't a option

Been passing all-day and I ain't seen you out it

Smoke lift out the Audi if you got a problem

These labels gone pay me or I get to wilding

It's Grey to the grave so you know that I'm dying