She got the drugs in her c**chie Han Solo

Me and my miss on the road h*e

You talk a lot in your raps

They turn your set to a no show

I keep my sh*t on the low low

Homie like Wilfred and Frodo

Tell me what difference it make

Which way I fill up this bank

I been frustrated And I can see by the look on your face

You be scared which way I’ll take it (Pew)

Ya I feel the same

Keep the Money in a body bag

Don’t know why and ain’t nobody ask

I just put my soul in these raps and pray I don’t die before I spend my cash

Cash that I’m still tryna grab

Cash that I may never have

But I’m tripping off sh*t I’m growing

Got a bad miss sitting in my lap

And I’m buzzing like your b*tch when you’re done f*cking dawg

I’m disgusted with you

I see no substance in you

It’s not me dawg it’s them who’s not f*cking with you

And every time that I’m riding with you

I be reminded the truth

This road is quiet I’ll be at peace when I’m dying with you

Money I’ll find it a use

Two things that I’m trying to do

Come down by lighting a few

I’m way too high for this room

Baby I’m fine

Remind myself all the time

But I’m still tryna decide what to do

I keep my feet out my shoes

To keep my head out this loop

And keep my hands on this loot