I might just go pop a pill for you

I say that because I dont wanna deal with you

I'm tryna see what the deal with you is

And it hurt me because you know id kill for you

It hurt me cause I kept it real with you

So I'm tryna see what the deal with you is

In the back of the C-Class jag

Push start we going fast

Had to hit push start on my bag

For the days I was down bad on my ass

Yeah I was broke I ain't have no cash

Yeah I was broke I was doing bad

Now all that broke shit makes me mad

Because I told myself that I cannot go back

She got that big booty told her throwback

See less then five digits thats a throwback

Cause I got off my ass and I got it

She a dimepiece but she got mileage

Shе got mileage then I'm a pilot

Causе we get high ain't no denying

I might just tat ZO on my eyelids

If I wear glasses then I got the fly-lens

Walk in the spot and my fit is defying

I took his bitch and then hit now he crying

I put my hand on her chest like a Mayan

I leave a dumb hoe crying like zion

Everyone got a path you gotta find it

It may be hard but I pray that you trying

Gotta get off your ass, go get to grinding

Tatted my neck got a mane like a lion