[Intro]

(I just need my—)

Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]

I be floatin' on the seven like my legs don't work

With a forty-eight, I'm purpin' like my head don't hurt

Bougie boostin' me to Heaven if this bread don't first

Got too throwed in the a.m., got me prayin' for birds

I was fucked up 'bout some shit I'd probably take to the hearse

My expression showin' hints I can't relay in no verse

Leave the rap a bit, my mama tryna take me to church

[Verse 1]

Caught up in my own lane, you can't pay me to merge

I wasn't hurtful when I say it, she just take shit the worst

She agnostic, but that Christian make a bougie convert

I ain't even tell her pop it, she start usin' her verbs

Had to push shit out my conscience, like what purpose you serve?

This lil' ho body so obnoxious, might start irkin' my nerves

In my city like a prophet, all my partners disturbed

They got me treatin' every problem like it's not my concern

Too addicted, at the table, I roll all the dice

These niggas caught up, tryna flex, at the mall for ice

The shit I do for all my brothers don't even call for hype

Nigga, ayy, don't even call for hype

[Chorus]

Got too throwed in the a.m., got me prayin' for birds

I was fucked up 'bout some shit I'd probably take to the hearse

My expression showin' hints I can't relay in no verse

Leave the rap a bit, my mama tryna take me to church

[Verse 2]

All the hatin' feel good when you poppin' out tags

She said I never gave a fuck, I guess the cat out the bag

And the world keep spinnin', fake love don't last

Ayy, ayy, ayy

They don't wanna see you get paid, get paid, nigga

I'm a real guap boy 'cause it's in my veins, nigga

She wanna take me out my soul, she a real gravedigger

Had to buy a carry-on, she like, "Take me, nigga"

And it's somethin' 'bout the prose make the hate seem realer

She keep trippin' on the phone, she like, "Take these feelings"

If I'm out there on the road, I know AC will rip it

Do it bad if a nigga try to play me

Niggas drownin' in that water, ain't even waist-deep (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I showed face, now she tryna show me HD

[Chorus]

I be floatin' on the seven like my legs don't work

With a forty-eight, I'm purpin' like my head don't hurt

Bougie boostin' me to Heaven if this bread don't first

Got too throwed in the a.m., got me prayin' for birds

I was fucked up 'bout some shit I'd probably take to the hearse

My expression showin' hints I can't relay in no verse

Leave the rap a bit, my mama tryna take me to church

[Verse 3]

I said I'd do it for myself, somehow she took it as us

Made a forty in the a.m., went and booked it to Hutch

Niggas say it's love, but don't know what it took me to clutch

In the woods seein' double like I took to the Dutch

I was fishin' for the moment, she got hooked to the touch

Got some paper, now she hurt like, "You don't look at me much"

This shit ain't happen overnight, they think it look too abrupt

Got too caught up in the life, I went to ship out the buds