[Verse]

This gas got me so high

It feel like I'm up in the air like a parachute

I'm clutching my strap while I'm riding

'cause I'm finna see the way these niggas plot on you

I cut you off 'cause you crossed me

You can quit calling, you done lost me

You the type to throw a shot on the internet

I'm the type that'll off 'em

This bitch that I'm fucking, she got a big booty

And we be chilling, smoking weed and shit

We rolling up trees and shit

Bae pulled the scrap out, she like we need the stick

Yeah you right, give it here, I'm trippin'

The devil tryna catch me slipping but I can't go like that

Won't get no more like that, better play with your ho like that

And I got three bitches, matter fact I got four bitches

Man I need some more bitches

I'ma turn up with Lil Terio, my circle tighter than cheerios

I put a dick on the Glock and I ain't gotta reload

I can just keep on shooting

Blow a nigga like a flute, bless his ass, hachoo

Her pussy wet, make it poop

Share the bitch, alley-oop

Dick in her mouth like a tooth

I seen what you post on the internet

If I can't get to you then you don't need me

I'm feeling like Wiz, I shot out

Foreign bitch in the whip doin' dropout

I'm in the booth with my shirt off

Bitch hit the moon with her skirt off

Pick up the cash and I skrrt off

Hit the gas and go poof

I'm blowing kush out the roof

I'm getting chewed in the coupe

She poppin' pills, now she turnt

Seen 12 then I turned

'cause you know I'm hotter than perms

Ain't shaking hands, boy them germs

Niggas snitching and they switching, I ain't tryna catch that

I got some straps in my backpack

And I'm tryna get me some get back

My ex on the internet talking down

Tryna shit on my name and shit

Tryna get her some fame and shit

But I'm tryna get rich and go get me a famous bitch

And I'm talking 'bout a millionaire

If she real put a ring on her

Ain't no sucker shit, she really bust some shit

She ain't with that opp shit, lil baby fuck with me

I'm in traffic with a whole bomb in a trunk

Got huck arm in the trunk

If you run up I'ma dump, leave the boy slumped

Walk up on him with the pump

I don't rock shit fugazi, say I'm her favorite

Now she on top like gravy

I'm in traffic with the Haitians

And I got drugs for the patients