Fuck my enemies fuck what they told you
Fuck you bringing up all of that old news
I be ridin with my gang & i don’t know you
Don’t be hitting up my phone act like i owe you
I need it right now don’t like to wait
Pockets stuff filled em up with drank
Pussy boy he try me leave a stain
Rolling up my gas i’m smoking dank
Ice up on my neck look like a rink
Double cup i’m pouring easter pink
Don’t give a fuck bout what you say & what you think

Yea Yeah

Try to come around me i just need my space
Running out of time like i just need my fate
Smoking all this gas i just take it to the face
Tryna live my life but it feeling like a race
Why you lying to my face like i don’t see right through the fake?
Talk to me like that like i don’t even keep a drake
Pockets full of knots and all my shooters they be laced
All that talking on the net imma have to get you sprayed
Pussy boy he try me take his bitch and snatch his chain
Foreigns whips in my garage & 5% up on the range
All my bitches keep it tucked & all my hoes
be for the gang
I can do it by myself i’ll show you we is not the same
Nah,
Nah we is not the same