[Intro]

Yuh, aye

Hxppa, Hxppa, Hxppa

[Verse 1]

We was pinky promise crossin'

Girl, I’ll always cross your mind

Old girl like olly olly oxen

These hoes always switching sides

But I be rolling ‘woods on Watson

With a backseat full of dimes

I told lil’ ma proceed with caution

If you listen to my lines (aye, aye, aye)

Spark the blunt, I plug the aux in

Heard these bars before they droppin’

Hxppa sound, these rappers shoppin’

Leave your girl on read like Robin

But I’m baskin in the toxins

Played my first show

That bitch hoppin’

When I first hit up the Lou

Seventeen years ago adopted

Had to make my birth mom proud (bet)

I don’t flip drugs thats not an option (nope)

Still blow clouds I still be poppin’ (wait, what?)

Just not how I fill pockets (aye, aye)

On God, I don’t need to clock in (huh)

When I make bread off my noggin (bread)

I can rip shit on a verse

Or on six strings, you’ll catch me rocking (oh)

Got the ‘preme up on my shirt

Im Balenciaga stompin’

Girl, between each word you slurred

And every thought that I stopped in

Somewhere down the line they blurred

Seems our visions both had rotted

Never had the thought occurred:

“Fuck that bitch, man I’m for profit”

[Chorus]

Why you lyin’ for yo snapchat, no cap

Imma mind business with my cognac, smoke bags

Ain’t worth my time

Don’t hit my line headass

That’s fine deadass

Alone, don’t call my phone toothass

Move slow too fast

[Verse 2]

Lyin’ through your teeth

With your arms draped around my neck

Manipulate me as you please

Till I didn’t wanna catch my breath

You tried to pin that shit on me

Because I knew what to expect

I was blind and dumb, year three

I took that vice grip out my chest

Memories laced in your sheets

No you don’t wanna go to bed

And my clothes still smell like me

So you still wear them when you dress, ya

She ain’t a get a text back

Let’s keep it where we left at

Does your new dude know you sent that? Yah, yah, yah

Eighteen beers in my Supreme bag

Silver on my wrist and neck

But girl, I harbor risk of relapse

Taking space up in my head

And I don't listen to your feedback

I remember what you said

Think my plays is fake, let's recap

They authentic like my threads

[Chorus]

Why you lyin’ for yo snapchat, no cap

Imma mind business with my cognac, smoke bags

Ain’t worth my time

Don’t hit my line headass

That’s fine, deadass

Alone, don’t call my phone toothass

Move slow too fast