All these singles in my knot feel like a stripper bitch

Hella smart but a nigga still ignorant

Two hands hold these bands while you penny pinch

Ain’t got no friends , got real homies and a realer bitch

Smoking grass by the field , plotting seeing me some mils

Hit the plug like what the deal

Exotic in , this shit look teal

Remember when I used to steal

Do the dash behind the wheel

Real nigga to the will

Heart dead , I cannot feel

If you see me in the party don’t approach me

Young nigga but I’m feeling like a OG

Overall great

Got a trap and a yo , money coming in both ways

Put the dick in her throat , she swallow it just like some Dayquil

Streets is fucked up now street niggas they squeal

I can’t trust a soul , been that way since big wheels

Got hittas on go , more ya know can’t hurt you

Grown ass man y’all some kids wit a curfew

Hell nah I ain’t buying bitches no perfume

Fuck you think this is

Bitches got me fucked thinking I’m a generous cluck

I ain’t got shit for ya but a mufuckin nut

That’s on bruh

I ain’t passing none my blunts and I ain’t matching cuz yo gas ain’t gas enough

Yo plug a still be on right now if you ain’t gas him up

My love was unconditional but niggas fucked it up

Attraction to her minimal I just wanna fuck

I’m coolin and counting my racks

Why is you all on my ass boy

Go marathon you up a lil bag

Broke and you hating that’s sad boy

When I was ass out in trap , down on my dick , where was you at?

Now you want me to come give you a hand? Can’t do that , but I still might clap

But my niggas still might clap atcha

All black looking like a life snatcha

All gas no brakes , see me flying past ya

Know all day I’m dreaming bout stacks-ah

Drop in my drink , moving so slow in my shell tops , drink any more and a shell might pop up

Icy like ice rinks , colder than winter , got me a bitch why would I wanna keep yours

Huh?

Answer me that

Back in class used to sit in the back

Stomach so loud you’d think it’s on crack

Making it out , imma do that , then come back around , invest in my town

Qc Shit , our time is now

And I put that on my mufuckin crown

Fist in the air cuz a young nigga proud

If she stare imma take her down

Treat the pack like I’m Mike Jack , Chris Bobby Brown

I beat it , it’s dancing. Footloose town

Speeding thru cameras , flash em a smile

Paper the plates , paid by the eighths , pour out the Ace , ain’t sipping no spade

50s and hunches laid up in the safe

Cashin out on my knot feel like a stripper bitch

I got bars like a prison or a kat-kit

Hell nah ion pop no xans , I ain’t no silly bitch

Both pants filled wit bands while you penny pinch

All these dubs in my knot feel like a trap boy

All this drop in my cup look like it’s heroin

Ain't no Yugi but got monsters on attack boy

All these woods got me zooted , gas like chevrons

Smoking grass by the field

Plotting on me some mils

Hit the plug like what the deal

Exotic in , this shit teal

Remember when I used to steal

Do the dash behind the wheel

Real nigga to the will

Heart dead , I cannot feel