Man I quit lean long time ago, but might pour one up for Keed
I got this bad bitch with no pants on sitting in the passenger seat
Don't know where my roof is, Hope they don't catch me ridin' dirty in a new V
Got contrabands on me
Got contrabands on me
Got contrabands on me
Walk like a zombie
Came back from the dead
And I came with my army
MH be the set
Who the fuck gon' harm me?
Rope chain on my neck
Purple stones on my charm
I hope you like me for me, and not 'cause I'm next on
I got bitches tryna be the vixen for my next song
And I'm young, And I got the speaker bumpin' in the trunk
On the fast lane to milli's, I bet it won't take me long
Seen a short hair baddie damn she look like Nia Long
How's it goin'? Think I wanna wake up with you in the morning
Kid Cudi shit uh, yeah
You listen to Kid Cudi? Haha
Yeah, I said I'm the One, She said all she care about is ones
Damn the convo ended real quick She said she gotta run
But that's till I got my bands up and now she wanna come
Somethin' bout these hoes and being the coldest in the sun
And and what's up with these rappers with these lame-ass bars
And these lame-ass broads, And these lame-ass cars?
If I see another Maybach I might just wanna barf
Dawg you getting paid to flex and you ain't doin' your part
Man let me handle it