Released on April 18, 2019

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These bitches only want me when I’m not around

Keep this shit low key, please don’t make no sound

I know you only fuck with me because I’m up right now

No discussions, I’m just puffin’ on some blunts right now

This bitch just hit me up for tree but I’m outta loud

Hit the plug, tell em imma need a couple pounds

You say you got the loud to tell the truth I sorta doubt it

You could do it too it’s not my fault you aren’t about it

You don’t have to go to jail to get your mug shot

Imma make a call and see what kinda loud the plug got

You boys is quiet when your mother fuckin’ buzz stop

This is for my people grindin’ waitin’ at the bus stop

You just salty I’m the man you wish you was stop flexin’ on the gram, your bitch is textin’ then she bust down

When shit get real who you really gonna trust? not one them dudes around you has your back and that’s a must now

These bitches trippin’ man I keep my laces tied

I got all my guys around me and my homies never lied

Tell me how you gonna know if you ain’t ever fuckin tried?

Bro don’t try me with no sly shit better look me in my eyes

Tell me why

This bitch get dicked and then she wanna be my wife

Man I knew it I been through it like a thousand fuckin’ times

I just lose her to the music sold my soul I paid a price, man

This is how we do it when we cruisin’ late at night, damn

Been the man with a plan

Since two thousand and ten

I was doubted by friends I was down on my ends man that shit did me in

But this now and that’s then

Put my mind in a pen

Put the pen to the pad

You a trend you a fad

Lemme do it again

(X2)

These bitches only want me when I’m not around

Keep this shit low key, please don’t make no sound

I know you only fuck with me because I’m up right now

No discussions, I’m just puffin’ on some blunts right now

This bitch just hit me up for tree but I’m outta loud

Hit the plug, tell em imma need a couple pounds

You say you got the loud to tell the truth I sorta doubt it

You could do it too it’s not my fault you aren’t about it

These bitches trippin’ man I keep my laces tied

I got all my guys around me and my homies never lied

Tell me how you gonna know if you ain’t ever fuckin tried?

Bro don’t try me with no sly shit better look me in my eyes

Tell me why

This bitch get dicked and then she wanna be my wife

Man I knew it I been through it like a thousand fuckin’ times

I just lose her to the music sold my soul I paid a price, man

This is how we do it when we cruisin’ late at night, damn

Been the man with a plan

Since two thousand and ten

I was doubted by friends I was down on my ends man that shit did me in

But this now and that’s then

Put my mind in a pen

Put the pen to the pad

You a trend you a fad

Lemme do it again