Why would I be in the shit that I know

The city's too blue, my time to find

Came wit a Glock, not my gun

He was a fan, he was beggin' for mine

And once in a block, tried to get to know my

R.O.B, I put the stars up on the fly

There's no one to carry me in my bad side

Why did you ruin it? That ain't so fun

We're on a flight, we're about to land

And I, he can't get any more

I smoke it and pack it, it's loud

I goin it back straight up

I eat the beats, TAAKE OUUT

I'm like, girl, you know what I want

So no, we can't make out

Rich white girl at the lake house

I don't know what they bout

I'm with they hoe, she facе down

Like you could catch a K-Round

Let's go

Give mе my money, I'll do what I want

Bend a bitch over she with a blunt

And I'll say, who am I getting on

Talking to shawty, I dont give a fuck

Why you so mad

Why you all on at my nuts

I'll leave you riding a Big-Body once

Just hit the floor, I do it for fun

You better get out of me, I don't mind

It was right

Flew in my pocket, they feel like Smurf

Twenty three shots, made the OV-HO twerk

Deliver my kids, I wear the hat first

Close range wit a Glock, let's blow my shirt

Yeah, fuck

Ew, that little bitch want some of that

They tryna get with me, look, boy, you can lie

Me, and Ken, pour up ten shot

Fuck, shit, I'm sorry, okay

You can't have her, but I can

Fuck, buddy, right before you get to my head

Check, boy, that boy ain't get no rest