(Verse 1) Pick out the clip it's a movie You could get that shit exclusive I'll merk your ass then get illusive Hideouts in Daytona, Palm Springs, and in Eustis I don't come around you're a nuisance C man is holding my deuces Tats on my neck till you lawmakers, debt holders, fuck you I'm useless I roll around town with Mike Buseys Outcast who don't give a fuck about you and your truces My bitch and my weed and muses I hit them both I'm abusive Nothing but true shit in my music your shit is so filled with lies That i see how folks listening could think that's confusing I got the juice in my city lil homie Don't fuck with me or I'm gonna use it It's time to turn up like an ugly ass bitch gave her We finna lose it!
(Verse 2) I hate these pussy lil boys who be getting my number Stay the fuck way from me, I got no time There's shit on my plate, there ain't no vacancy I got some bad bitches chasing me, I got some good girls thats running Fuck it like there's nobody dating me Stagnant that something i hate to be Least if i'm lone and progressing, I guess that shit straight with me I'm about to drop me a mixtape i think it was made for me Then I'ma spend all my racks, there ain't none I can take with me Fuck how ya feeling I ain't making friends gotta pay for me i'm putting tatts on my face, told my momma to pray for me My teacher wend and bought a play for me (Verse 3) Don't want me serving I told all my Stans not to wait for me Used to be at their house faithfully Beggin me to come back it's already too late for me I'm just trying to get back home safely Count so much bread we gon start up a bakery Y'all want the fakery, I can't fake shit I got something for those sending hate to me
I don't give a fuck Yea yea, for real Never slow down Never slow down Never slow down For real
(Verse 4) Big shout to my pops I ain't trying to think about it, I've been sippin liquor on the rocks My momma had a run in with the cops, when she was eight months pregnant Hated those mufuckas when I dropped Jar full of pills, I'ma go ahead and pop, why would I ever stop If dropping dope in the crib something that the feds don't like Guess I'm someone they should watch I got my money in the streets first here throw it in a knots Bills knockin at the door I'm just in the club to host, after that I'm gettin ghost I've just been doing the most Someone ain't love them enough as a child, I could tell by the shit they post I just pulled up at the coast, drop me a four in a sprite Gettin' cash and I don't mean to boast, let all my naysayers roast We ain't where we're suppose to be but sure gettin close I can feel that shit coming, just want the money done had me a dos Watch me approach pull up with game for the coach Now ain't nothing we don't toast we've been doing this shit for real we been doin this shir for real shit for realTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
