Verse 1

Sittin wit my little mans tho (yo)

Thinking where did all my fans go (yo)

Got me trippin ion't dance tho

U ain't confident enough to hit tha dance floor

Coke bottle in my hands yo (yo)

I ain't fuckin wit them cans yo (yo)

You be sipping on that amstel light

Ya fuckin tee cost more than my vans tho why u hype

Why you wit it

Why u think u fuckin wit it

U all hype ain't original jus wear a fitted

Why you got that stussy on ya brain but u ain't thinking wit it

Ayo chill this that --- ion't care who fuckin did it

I be 9-5 laid up wit

Chillen wit a girl she forgot her make-up kit

Like, leave dat shit at home cuz i ain't wit da fuck shit

Yo little brother wallin cuz he rocking truck fit

And my sister got some booty shorts up in the function

Rest in peace to dre because i really loved him

He was on his own shit that's why i trust him

We ain't worried bout nothin ayo we really just win

And my homeboy got style

And my girl too she killin em. she be in da daylight, lights out

And i be fresh because i'm nice now

Thinking bout tha day where i don't worry bout the price now

Chorus

Got me like woah (gimme doe, gimme doe)

My fans don't love me anymo i be (woah, getting doe, getting doe)

I think they don't be fuckin wit my flow

Got me (woah) i'm really (woah) really (woah)

I think they don't love me anymore

Wit my bro (getting doe, gimme doe)

And that's jus how tha thang go

Verse 2

Wit da pen i am picasso

Yeah i ride slow, dey don't gimme props tho

Dey don't gimme iPhone play they don't watch yo

They be only following them trends yo they not low

Doin me is such a lonely road

That's why i'm always doin me when i be home alone

I get played by these bitches then i put it in a song

Wit my 2 x'es like a chromosome

That's like picking who my worst favorite

Had a dream i was kissing on my 3rd grade bitch

Then she blew out all the candles on some birthday shit

Had me not wanting to wake up in the first place

Man i got the juice in me right now

They be tryna bring me down tho

They be like u cool but u don't got now

Fuck it whippin with the top down

Wit a bad one licking on my ear like she hostile

Chorus

See i'm just tryna get away from you

How do i do my thing i'm tryna get away

I think i suspended my stay with you

I think i did forgive me i ain't even pay

I got some hoes back home just waiting for ur boy i know

And when i come back they like dave u ain't the boy i know

That's why i'm tryna get away

I know i'm talking to these girls i ain't hitting em tho

I know she worried yeah she called 5 minutes ago

That's why i'm tryna get away

Get away, get away-ay