[Intro]

Play count long, yeah, start the beat

This bitch sound like a work out

[Verse]

We 'bout to go to the strip club

Throw the ones, bring the guns, let all the hoes have some fun

My phone got too many methods

Siri gave me wrong directions

Fucked a white bitch, think I'm One Direction

Life a movie, I don't got a director

Caught a body, shaved my leg

Shaved my head, shakin' my head

My mans ran off, this shit's so crazy

It was only twenty dollars and a nigga ain't pay me

Give a zip back to my weed man cause it's shaky

Freak bitch twerkin' in the club, gon' shake it

Police ask how much I makin'

Played it like I'm deaf, I can't hear y'all

No scale, I got this eyeball

Shot a couple bullets, one hit him in his eyeball

They was hoggin' for a minute now it's my ball

But I'ma pass to my team like John Wall

I ain't hearin' niggas like I'm talkin' to a brick wall

So many blues on me, nigga, I could prolly Crip walk

I was in the game, soon as the tip off

That nigga was a lame, soon as he came out

Go get my mixtape, soon as it come out

I'ma get some duct tape, cover up the nigga mouth

Or a garbage bag, or a wet rag

(Damn) Which one should I use?

(Which one?) I don't even know

Got a new bank account, 'bout to drop twenty-four

How you livin' with ya mama, boy, and you're twenty-four?

Grow up, get yourself together

For real, you gotta do better

Even when I get a bill, nigga, I won't even settle

Built a gun out of old constructed metal (Damn)

Then that bitch jammed (Damn)

I was like, "Damn!"

People know I scam

But how can you be surprised (How?)

She brung the wrong condom size (Bitch)

She can see the look in my eyes (See me)

That I'm mad as fuck (Damn)

I was like, "Damn, how you do that?" (Fuck)

I be swipin' it like, "Damn, how you do that?" (Swipe)

Shit, I don't know (Shit)

It just came to me

Go on Telegram (Do your thing)

You can do it yourself

When I was fucked up in the hood (I was fucked up)

They ain't come and check on me (Hell no)

Now I got a check on me

Just had sex with a grown woman

But she ain't get no money (Nope)

She got card numbers

Then she text me, sayin' they declined

And I did it on purpose, bitch, it's your fault

Then I drove off