(David, wake up)
Yeah, yeah
(Oh my God, Jaasu, can I try on your glasses?)
Yeah, mmm
Open the door, baby, let me in (Uh-huh), you the reason why I got anxiety (Uh-huh)
I seen the opps when I’m stepping in, huh, why these f#ck n#gg#s trying me?
Yeah, pull up in that Ghost like it’s Insidious
You say that you got a badder b#tch, that b#tch is hideous
That .223 not a joking matter, it get serious
Paul Walk-ing through the traffic, this ain’t Fast & Furious
You don’t like me? Let me know
Feel like Sosa with the glizzy, talking down, you Faneto
b#tch, these tricks is not for kids, huh, dumb, silly ho
When I walk up in the party, yeah your b#tch, she know my name, she said, “It’s Kobe, nice to meet you,” uh
Baby, I can’t treat you ’cause I know that you a treesha (Uh-huh)
I know you do n#gg#s dirty (Uh-huh), huh, baby, I’m way cleaner (Uh-huh)
I done seen so many people die, I’ve seen ’em right in front of my eyes
I’ve seen my f#cking mama cry (Yeah, yeah), n#gg#, why the f#ck would I lie?
Open the door, baby, let me in (Open, open), you the reason why I got anxiety (Anxiety)
I seen the opps when I’m stepping in, huh, why these f#ck n#gg#s trying me?
Yeah, pull up in that Ghost like it’s Insidious
You say that you got a badder b#tch, that b#tch is hideous (Woah, woah)
That .223 not a joking matter, it get serious
Paul Walk-ing through the traffic, this ain’t Fast & Furious
Uh, sadness, depression, anger, aggression (Buh, buh)
I walked in with my weapon (Brrt), and you know I got TECs in (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Your b#tch hit my phone, I know she wanna f#ck, she texting (Yeah)
I was in the streets all with my gang (Yeah), I was finessing (Yeah)
You don’t know me, uh, I don’t know you, uh (Know you)
I got Jimmy Choos, uh, what you wanna do? Uh (Do)
Pull up in a coupe, uh, and I’m with your boo, uh (Uh-huh)
I’ma tell the truth (Uh-huh), boy, I’m finna drop the roof (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Open the door, baby, let me in, you the reason why I got anxiety
I seen the opps when I’m stepping in, huh, why these f#ck n#gg#s trying me?
Yeah, pull up in that Ghost like it’s Insidious
You say that you got a badder b#tch, that b#tch is hideous
That .223 not a joking matter, it get serious
Paul Walk-ing through the traffic, this ain’t Fast & Furious
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