Bitch, look at my shoes, yeah Look at my fit, uh Did this on my own, yeah Get off my dick, yeah I was broke, yeah Like last year These people hate but I'm busy switchin' gears I'm eating good, I know you know Swerve up in that whip and I blast the stereo Y'all used to say I was a joke, yo But now you hittin' up my phone, no Yeah, bitch, I smoke a blunt by myself and I hit it 'til I'm lifted And you know they miss me, always wanna come and kick it But I cannot fuck with you, so get up out my face I be smokin' dope until I drift to outer space, yeah And all those friends who ditched me wanna come though, I'm like, "No" I remember times when they would say I'm just a joke All these bitches really wanna fuck, take off they clothes But I am just a ghost, yeah So I go and get the bag I cannot focus on that ho, so you can fuck with that They sayin', "Where you at?" I'm makin' bangers, cannot lack I been down for a minute, but you know that I'm back In the back of the club, you know that I'm dressed in black These people acting like they know my fuckin' name though But no, I'm not your fuckin' bro, no Because I know that you are fake, ho And I'm not playin', I stay ten toes Bitch, you know I'm sippin' on some Faygo I stay buildin' like my fuckin' Legos She sayin' she with it, so I tell that bitch, "Let's go" She was talkin' 'bout, "I love you and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you" But it's a lie, been through this many times Said lately, I been thinkin' Lay in my bed, yeah, uh All of these thoughts, yeah, uh Wrapped in my head, yeah, uh I already died, swear that I'm a walkin' corpse They wonder why I cannot feel pain anymore, yeah Thinkin' to myself, "How do I keep on fuckin' goin'?" There's snakes in every corner in the world I'm roamin' I cannot trust nobody, I only trust my bros, bitch She stole my heart and I swear, that girl, she broke it But now I'm swervin' in that whip because we earned it I got my brothers in the back, that's how I'm rollin' I'm goin' hunnid and ten, that's just how I'm goin' in That's how I'm goin' in
Break it down, I gotta roll that shit up And they be sayin' they relate, but I know that they don't Fakes be always talkin' 'bout, "Do you fuck with' us?" Always tell 'em, "Hell nah, I can't fuck with you" 'Cause I got trust issues, bitch, I'm a phantom too Been a ghost too long, smokin' 'til the sun Bitch, I'm a phantom, yeah, bitch, I'm a phantom, yeah Bitch, I'm a phantom, yeah, bitch, I'm a phantom, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
