Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She say she want sex, yeah, yeah
She the one to really flex, yeah, yeah
Yeah, they say that I’m up next, yeah, yeah
She wan’ hop up in my bed, yeah, yeah
I hear voices off these meds, yeah, yeah
Where the gas? Where my pen? Yeah, yeah
I get high like Santa’s sled, yeah, yeah
f#ck the opps and f#ck the feds, yeah, yeah
f#ck the opps and f#ck the feds, yeah, yeah
Pull to your block and now you dead
Switched up, yeah, I know they regret
b#tch, I’m a king, you look like a pawn, ain’t talkin’ chess
I got like two homes on my neck
I don’t post on Snapchat, I don’t like to flex
They already know what’s up with me, yeah
Tryna steal my swag, I need a receipt, yeah
They takin’ my sound and I give ’em a fee, yeah
I can’t go out like Lee, yeah
But I scream rest in peace to E, yeah
She said put it in her spleen, yeah
She say if she die she wanna give that cash to me, yeah
She know she can trust me with the green, yeah
Divide and split it with the team, yeah
She say she want sex, yeah, yeah
She the one to really flex, yeah, yeah
Yeah, they say that I’m up next, yeah, yeah
She wan’ hop up in my bed, yeah, yeah
I hear voices off these meds, yeah, yeah
Where the gas? Where my pen? Yeah, yeah
I get high like Santa’s sled, yeah, yeah
f#ck the opps and f#ck the feds, yeah yeah
I hear voices off these meds, yeah
Private party in my crib, go bring your friend, yeah
Not stupid, ain’t no sped, yeah
I can’t stop until they hear me
Boy, you so broke and you still sellin’ CD’s
That’s what they get for tryna be me
I’m so high, I want some more, man, I’m so greedy
I need that watch, I need that Rollie, man, that sh#t beamin’
I gotta stay on my own path, I’m tryna manage the demons
I’m tryna manage the demons, yeah, it’s been a challenge for me
I just be countin’ my chips, I’m stackin’ my green
Yeah, she gon’ do that sh#t for me, yeah
She gon’ bust it, do a split on a D, yeah
She gon’ do it in the whip, that’s a foreign car
Lil’ shawty, she a star, she a p#rnstar, yeah
She say she want sex, yeah, yeah
She the one to really flex, yeah, yeah
Yeah, they say that I’m up next, yeah, yeah
She wan’ hop up in my bed, yeah, yeah
I hear voices off these meds, yeah, yeah
Where the gas? Where my pen? Yeah, yeah
I get high like Santa’s sled, yeah, yeah
f#ck the opps and f#ck the feds, yeah yeah
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