Bitch called my phone
She like blah, blah, blah, blah
But I'm on the road, I'm like nah, nah, nah, nah
She like why, why, why, why
I'm like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I feel like Post Malone with that gra-ta-ta
I'm feeling like
I'm up and I ain't coming down
I don't give no fucks, so I can't fuck around
Balling 'til I fall 'til summer comes around
I need me some commas and a couple pounds
I been smoking, I been blazing, I been thinking, I been sipping
Making plays in different ways
They will overcome the competition
You been hating
I been making observations
All y'all fading, 'cause I don't want no conversation
Obvious we not the same, bitch
Fuck you mean it's big Van
Come to see the difference
Always on the move
I keep the keys in the ignition
Like whoa
I ain't never slow back on my bullshit
I'm just gassed up on the road
You already know
Bitch called my phone
She like blah, blah, blah, blah
But I'm on the road, I'm like nah, nah, nah, nah
She like why, why, why, why
I'm like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I feel like Post Malone with that gra-ta-ta-ta
They tryna take my throne
I'm like yeah, ha-ha-ha
I'm just in my zone, I feel like a rockstar
I been going hard and that shit is non stop
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah, we gassed up on the road and we ain't moving slo
Never slowing down, just speeding up, going so fast in a Jaguar
Like it's Nascar, so we walk hard
We going crazy, bad hoes all over me, catch me on the TV, like damn
Sitting back relaxing, I'm drinking man, all the fakes
They scheming, talk now, they tripping, but fuck life, they living
Lil' Xans at 18, you feening, like these hoes
You tweaking, smoke weed 'til you sleeping
Bitch called my phone
She like blah, blah, blah, blah
But I'm on the road, I'm like nah, nah, nah, nah
She like why, why, why, why
I'm like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I feel like Post Malone with that gra-ta-ta-ta
They tryna take my throne
I'm like yeah, ha-ha-ha
I'm just in my zone, I feel like a rockstar
I been going hard and that shit is non stop
Woah, woah, woah