[Intro]

Yeah I be grinding like I'm from the ghetto

I keep it realer than real from the get go

Shawty she look like an angel, turn to the devil

[Chorus]

I’m living that fast life

Gotta keep on moving

She just wanna ball out

Never been a groupie

Wake up in the night time

Dreaming got me out my mind

[Verse 1]

I be getting no rest no

Got the drip for every dress code

Know some bitches that would fuck me for my Louis Vuitton, we ain't really friends tho

Wake up in the morning probably tripping on a dream, roll another back roll

Not the type to go and lie about my fuckin feels, I be speaking facts bro

Swimming in the money, backstroke

I be posted with a bad hoe

Swear these bitches always come and go, but this one give me hope

Mind on the money, don’t trust no soul

They just wanna see you broke

Years go by and I’m still so cold

Heartbreak shit no joke

You cannot come in my zone

When the timing is right I be switching my flows

And my time never stop cuz the clock keep ticking, right wrist rollie, left wrist hublot

Tryna live long ain't tryna die young

But the bottles keep coming and I keep popping sum

Like a beat box son, never get the beat lost

I could probably go beat all your favourite preachers

Gang pull up to the scene they like who are those?

Smash bros, when I hit and pass it to the homie

My little bitch she a freak freak

I do not need to go cheat cheat

She like me, she wanna ball out

We bout to stack it up tall now

[Chorus x2]

I’m living that fast life

Gotta keep on moving

She just wanna ball out

Never been a groupie

Wake up in the night time

Dreaming got me out my mind

[Verse 2]

I hit 200 my dash, check

I told that bitch we would smash, check

I had to run to the bag, check

Most of you bitches is snakey and thirsty for clout and thats just a fact check

Please do not talk to my ex she crazy as hell, she’ll tell you I’m heartless

I’m independent, 100 percentin’

I hop in the whip like from space I descended

Givenchy my t and balmain on my zipper

If you had my taste you would need some investment

I shoot my shot even highly contested

I know you boys really not on my level

Shawty she look like an angel, turn to the devil when we step inside the bedroom

Yeah I be grinding like I’m from the ghetto

I keep it realer than real from the get go

Hopeless romantic thought I was clear, you know my bitch I be sending her petals