[Intro]
(Wow)
Yo, I get high, yo (Baby Beel)
Yeah, these niggas fake (Brr), these hoes is fake (Baby Beel)
Yeah, this ho do a line, then she tell me everything that she hate
She sing every line to my song, 'cause she know she can't hate
[Verse 1]
Had to say sorry to my mom for all the drugs that I take
Bih', I'm fucked up off pills and the drank, bih'
Cannot hear shit that you sayin', bih'
Me and twin hop out, sprayin' shit
I can't have no main bih', I don't want no fame, bih'
I'm like, "Fuck the fame, bih'"
In my hood, I'm sanctioned
In 241 sanctioned, and 149 sanctioned
Them shootеrs do not say shit (Wow)
In the trap, I'm famous, yo' ho see me, she faintеd
Cannot have my heart, its tainted
She want love, told her, "Save that shit"
[Chorus]
(Yo, save that shit) Save that shit, huh
(Save that shit) Save that shit (Save that shit)
That ho want some love, and I told her, "Save that shit" (Save that shit)
Yeah, she want some love and I told her "Save that shit," yo
I step on the stage and I told 'em, "Play that shit," yeah
I get on the stage and I told 'em, "Play that shit," yo
I step on the stage and I told 'em, "Play that shit," yo
Huh, run that shit, yo, huh, run yo' shit, yo
finesse cult, bitch, like, run yo' shit, yo
[Bridge]
And I think I need a ambulance, I'm bleeding out on my desk (On my desk)
I don't need no medicine, I take a hand out, I'm not stressed
I take a hand out, I'm not— yo
I'm not sick no more, 'til I saw her post
[Verse 2]
Now I'm getting throat, get off mic', might fuck this ho
Tell my bros what I'm on, these hoes trippin' in my phone
Tell the ho, "Get out my phone, you not listening and I don't have time"
Bitch, trust me, I'd rather get fried, yeah, bitch, I'd rather get fried
This bitch is living a lie, so she get kicked out the ride
I'm on the ride with two studs, you know that I'm clutching that nine
Yo' bi' say, "yuke is the best," so she givin' them cheeks and all of her time
You really went after that smut after me, yeah, that shit had me cryin'
I'm sweating grease like a fucking athlete, you know what the fuck goin' on
Bitch, I make bread like a athlete, but I don't play no sports
With that .223, I'm shootin' greens, I'm shootin' from full court
Told 'em come backstage and beat that nigga up if you come to my tour
[Outro]
Misery tour to yo' bitch house, she told me, "Don't pull out"
Misery tour straight to yo' trap, pull up with gang, we catching hats
We double back, we spin again
Smoke from the black, then shoot at yo' town
Kill all the rats, we shootin' at them
Got all my haters like, "Where lil' yuke went?"
Yeah, got all my haters like, "Where lil' yuke went?"
Got all my haters like— (Yeah)
Got all my haters like, "Where lil' yuke went?"
Yeah, yo