I'm in too deep to stop this shit And she spent bags that look good, I won't
Even hit that bitch What I'm cookin' up, way too hard to quit this
Shit F*ck a nigga and his friends, I couldn't give
A shit I really couldn't, nigga
I got bands to make her dance, I'm lit up off the hen in my hit
I got one bitch, I might hit, but she be crazy, I'm like, man
I'ma be stackin' bands all night, cause that's that shit that make me laugh
She could never be the one for me, cause she ain't make it clap
Yeah, you ain't make it clap Why would I go throw some ones and you ain't
Even throw it back
Why would you go stress over a hoe who ain't even send a text
Why would you go get some pussy, knowin' that that shit a trap
I got songs to make you rob, and I got songs to make you chill
Shoutout to that nigga E, he flippin' pills, f*ck a deal
Why would I go sign for a couple thousand, I want mils
And I never sold the purple with the seal that's on my head
I'm in too deep to stop the shit And she spent bags to look good, I wouldn't
Even hit that bitch What I'm cookin' up, way too hard to stop
This shit F*ck a nigga and his friends, I couldn't give
A shit I really couldn't, nigga
F*ck your friends, nigga