Bitch, I get it with my bro
Bitch, I'm feelin' this shit I could never go home
And she wanna talk, but I don't really know
Out there talkin', but his numbers goin' slow
Woah, yeah, Moncler on my skin, wanna fuck
Then stop acting like a bitch
Got a Glock on me, with a switch, I could never miss
Bands on me real quick, get that money quick
Woah, you're not him
All this shit around me, don't feel real
Old hoes they gon' find me, and make a film
Fake ass bros, they trynna make a deal
Woah, shit on me I'll take it slow (take it slow)
Fuck dis bitch she took my soul, pour a four now
Diamonds on my hoe now, you gon' fucking go down
Yeah, I been way too geeked, I been out my mind
Demons callin' me, I'm runnin' outta time, yeah
You say you tough, but you could never live this life
You say you geek, but you could never geek like- this
Bitch, I'm on go, uh, I'm goin' ghost, uh
Yeah, you a hoe, yeah, we gon' fuck, but you not my wife
I keep me a Glock, run up on me, you can try (fah, fah)
Yeah, I'm insane, all my money way too up, yeah, we not the same
Why you tryna- why you tryna be like me? (yeah)
I don't know what's- goin' on, I been too geeked
What you wan' take from me? I keep my Glock with me
I got Balenci' my feet (yeah) Bitch, I don't know where I be
I might jus' do it again, I fuck your bitch and her friend (yeah)
And I can't fuck with nobody, bitch, I jus' fuck with the gang