Three.5 my Jay smoked the whole thing, no reaction
If my YN's outside, they gon pull up we gon get to action
If the money get low I might do scams but am not trapping
Told this bitch I'm a singer
I'm a pop star
I am not a rapper
If she hit my DM there's a good chance we get straight to f*cking
I'm young, turnt, and handsome Sometimes I don't even gotta do nothing
Sometimes I don't wanna do nothin
Sometimes I wanna pop seals
Sometimes I wanna pop pills Sometimes I want a new deal
Sometimes I want a new bitch but my old bitch was like too real
Sometimes I want a good girl but College Ave got the hoes still
Punch the B.I.N I'm with the bro's still
360 him I want the whole deal
Hit my money dance I want a few mil
Hit my money dance I want a few mil
Hit my money dance I want a few mil' but sometimes I want Amex all times I have great sex
Baby girl, I wanted all that
You a freak hoe, you a dumb trap
Run it up, I did like all that
Come to my side you is not him
Hellcat and I stocked it
I'm just tryna get rich so I'm gone
Look at this type shit I been on Dirty Mackin on these bitches, I might turn it into songs
Where the brody get some Medi-caid and steppin in the trap
Got extendos in the foreign, yeah, we take you off map
Second to nobody, lil' bitch, I did a race
Smoking driving in a Charger, I just beat another case
F*ck it, I just like to geek when I'm high
Tweak when I drive
When I'm on my feet I'ma slide beam with a five
I'ma pop out and I'm gone with it
23 shots, hit like I'm Lebron with it
I might f*ck around and drop another song
On these fake ass niggas, I can't even do it wrong