[Intro]

Mmm, Montage

Yo, hand me that rollup

Good looks

In the Bunch we trust

[Verse 1]

Pray for me, I be sinnin'

Who cares when we been winnin'?

Decided I should take this shot myself, I'm John Lennon

Still trap, just keep it lower

Ex bitch still think I owe her

Touchdown in Cali, hit shortstop up like I need a blower

Gettin' fellatio

Went to school with her, this really just a phase she owe

That probably mean we made it though

They actin' like I'm new to the town

Textin' my old teacher what I'd do to her now

[Verse 2]

Two bitches: one had a heart, one was a Smith N'

One I neglected, one I was grippin'

One was for barkin', one was just bitchin'

One got closer when it thickened

One was hittin' that commitment

If I do commit, how she know what it feel like

When she get way more love on social sites than in her real life?

Bad enough to fuck her raw, contemplatin' and still might

I just gotta know what it feel like

Dirk Nowitzki with the same clique

Scorin' with the same team, shot got the same kick

Up on a Tuesday but been up since Friday

Two friends, can't choose, they suggestin' ménages

We still trap without the dream

Buncha bitches, buncha guns: way more ratchets than I need

Just somethin' to smoke blunts with

She from Chiraq but go to Rutgers out New Brunswick

Convo, her and her roommate up in a condo

Sometimes she get homesick, bump a lot of Rondo

Should see them thighs, back tatted, pair of eyes

Her brother got cased up, her bio say "free the guys"

'Cause he was with the shit

Said her boyfriend was a hitter and her boyfriend got hit

Life divorced 'em, forced her to that abortion

But she in college so it's pros to that

Same nigga that held her down can't hold her back

Yeah it's love, but that came with a kid

No school, minimum wage, and all of the above

[Bridge]

Just vibin'

Kush blunts, starin' at the ceiling, takin' in all of her problems

Just vibin'

Kush blunts, starin' at the ceiling, takin' in all of her problems

[Verse 3]

Pass the blunt back, tell me what her hug like

Say sometime she think about what that baby would've looked like

Damn, so everybody got demons

She had nightmares, I'm sittin' daydreamin'

Don't trust niggas so she masturbate

Turn her blunt down, she had enough, she got class at 8

I'm about to slide, shawty