[VERSE 1]

Y'all drinking lean like it's breast milk

Y'all rocking cotton; i only wear fresh silk

Catch me at the barber with the gucci gown

Bust it down and save it for later

I only want "T" if you smoking the paper

It's gon' be breeze if you don't even date her

But you're lustful and trustful; just wait until later

Your love will be pushed down just like a fader

I got girlies on standby

Waiting just to say hi

Roaming round the bayside

Looking through the same eyes

Into the day 'n' nite, may I

Make an assumption

You don't have a landline or a maybach

When lens on the track you know the line rocked

You on the track‚ you know the ball dropped

Bitches on my dick; better get off

Don't need your hoe

And don't need the cops

Don't need to know

All the deetz of the ops

So i'll just flow

And keep y'all on the bop

Got a new phone

No contacts (ah)

Need some new numbers

Yeah‚ need some new ones

Need some new brothers

To ride 'round the slums

Need some new brothers

To go do some new drugs

Need a new something

To fight off the tug

I walk in the club then i own the place

You walk in my club then the throne's in place

Just kidding it's a fucking toilet mate

Don't need your shit on this beautiful day

Hoes need to chill they ain't got shit to say

Bitches on bitches on bitches all day

Gossip somehwere else‚ these ears ain't for hate

You got a brand new belt, I got a brand new fate

[Chorus]

Y'all chasing the dragon

While i am the drake

You go in my mind

It's a fucked up state

You gonna need a new grind

I'mma plug the whole state

You gonna see who shine

You gonna see who made it

Bitches on my mind

I can't complain

You got murder in your mind

I got murder in my brain

I'mma fuck your bitch

I'mma fuck everything

I'mma fuck your mom

Then I'm out this game

[VERSE 2]

Y'all lying 'bout shit that don't even matter

Got bitches, Got Gucci‚ Got Fendi, Got Prada

Well I'm stealing your purses

I'm stealing your product

Pounds on pounds on pounds on P's

Found out the loudness of all this green

Not a fucking sound bitch, I need you to be silent

For me. You can't‚ you'll see what I will do

To someone who won't listen

And needs to learn their lessson

From the Lens, through and through

Aim to the chest; Boom, boom, boom

Who's fucking next? You, you, you

Y'all feeling hexed?

Well, I feel it too bitch

I been feeling sick since

I can't take no medicine

So fuck the government

They gon' have to let us in

Eventually. At least that's what I hope...

Or they're gonna kill me

[Chorus]

Y'all chasing the dragon

While i am the drake

You go in my mind

It's a fucked up state

You gonna need a new grind

I'mma plug the whole state

You gonna see who shine

You gonna see who made it

Bitches on my mind

I can't complain

You got murder in your mind

I got murder in my brain

I'mma fuck your bitch

I'mma fuck everything

I'mma fuck your mom

Then I'm out this game