(How the fuck I blew 30 in the studio)
(Oh my god)
(I did it again)
(I did it again)
(Ha)
(I did it)
(I did it)
100 and 50s, I'm hiding up 60s, Look up at the blues, did this for my twin
Just got off the phone with management, label
They callin' me, sayin' that I'm gonna win
How did your friend OD on fent?
If I'm goin' fed, keep bricks in the vent
You talk about racks, I did it again, I did it again, I did it again
How the fuck you talk about shit that you do not possess
We talkin' bout icy wrist, bitch just come and look on my left
Now just look on my right
You all talk with nothin' bite, no
They like, why you stack your money up?
Did this out of spite ho'
I do not dress all black for the night, do it for the fashion
Racks so fat in my pants, it look like I'm packin'
Yo' ass lookin' like a clown
Call you Charlie Chaplin
Your boyfriend broke
He need to know the method
Told that lil' boy Tap in
I told his ass to tap in
I'm not washin' dishes
His ass stay up in the kitchen, my ass stay up in her mentions
I think I need a new hat
I'ma fit him
Why your bitch like to play with me, just like my ass was a fidget
I'ma hang around her while she step around, you can't call me a jibbet
I sleep with a roley on my wrist, just like this bitch a fitbit
I think the double cup, gon' kill me
Bitch, she fuckin' up my living
I got that bread, and bitch, I'm reelin'
Nobody, fuck up my pivot
Yo ass stuck up as a tennant
Thats a broke problem
Better not let your bitch find my page or else she gonna follow
I'm on your ass like a pair of jeans up in a denim parlor
She gon' kiss you up on the lips after she come over and swallow
(Like what the fuck)