I done hopped in my bag
Cant jump out
This bitch got too much space
Boy you going out sad
Running yo mouth
Thats why you dont make no pape
I aint even peep the tag
Like fuck the amount
I know you dont live this way
Where i come from you get shot or stabbed or robbed im glad i aint meet that fate

Cruisin i65-way too high-lil keed oh my god
Speakers bangin-got old weezy playin-bad bitch on my side
And she super fried-super fly-shorty stupid fine
Take her home-ima lay that bone-she cry out for god

Flight just landed- wake up on a different time
Got a show to go attend- Start at 10 be there at 9
Most of yall all sound the same thats why yo music never shine
But I got a wave of mine that they cant surf and they can't ride aye

10 out of 10 gone feel it
Hating ass boy in my mentions
Iont give no attention
Too focused on these riches
His ass worried bout them bitches
And likes on all his pictures
Thats where i draw the difference
I got grown man intentions
And i dont feel no different
Even tho im getting attention
Its some still some folks thats sleepin
Like me back in detention
I dont got no time for favors
Most of my time chasin that chicken
They think i got aimbot really
As of late gordo aint missin

I done hopped in my bag
Cant jump out
This bitch got too much space
Boy you going out sad
Running yo mouth
Thats why you dont make no pape
I aint even peep the tag
Like fuck the amount
I know you dont live this way
Where i come from you get shot or stabbed or robbed im glad i aint meet that fate