I feel like speaker knockers, bitch, I'm feelin' lonely
Pull up, we go shoppin', I might cop a Rollie, yeah
Late night, off the kush, drivin' slowly
Too many racks, I'm like, holy moly
I don't fuck with lames, hell nah, you not my homie
Yeah, I'm smokin' that green, yeah, that guacamole, yeah
You can't up the score, bitch, I'm the goalie
Imma let em' doubt, they don't really know me, yeah
Yeah, let's rock out, yeah, let's ball out
Hell nah, bruh, I don't want your handout
He spendin' money on some dumb shit and he ran out
They really out here dick ridin', yeah, they fanned out
Am I really the one that you was lookin' for
Like, how you wanted somethin' real, somethin' meaningful
And everything I do, this shit so strategical
Like, we in the same lane, we in the same vehicle
I'm in a room full of people, but this shit feel empty
And lil bro flexin', money on live, yeah, I got plenty
And even when I'm hungry, I don't want no damn Wendy's
Got no regrets, but I wanna go back to my 20
I feel like speaker knockers, bitch, I'm feelin' lonely
Pull up, we go shoppin', I might cop a Rollie, yeah
Late night, off the kush, drivin' slowly
Too many racks, I'm like, holy moly
I don't fuck with lames, hell nah, you not my homie
Yeah, I'm smokin' that green, yeah, that guacamole, yeah
You can't up the score, bitch, I'm the goalie
Imma let em' doubt, they don't really know me, yeah