You're lying
Yeah you know I'm f*ckin done tryin
Caught that bitch on record, yeah I'm tryna slide in
Fortifying all my feelings so I keep on fighting
Lookin like a tree you know I keep on reaching high key
Thirty-four seconds you need to hype me
Got no friends so f*ck it cuz they always tryna hide me
Went to Monterrey, a bitch was tryna skype me
I wouldn't give a f*ck, because you're missing out the prize b
You know it
You know it
I'm tryna make a living now
So throw it
So throw it
Just throw that ass back
Imma show it
Go show it
Whenever you are ready
Imma hold it
I'll hold it
You meet me in the back
You whisper in my ear like that
And now you know what's boutta clap
The tattoos on your back they boutta come off with a slap
I know that ur not loyal, yeah I know you wanna pack
But once I leave the place you know I'm never coming back
She got a Lambo now these bitches tryna flex
I'm walk-in out and I'm just tryna relax
No sleep at all sometimes I stay up making tracks
I'm all alone you know it's hard living like that
You know nobody gonna miss you like that
I'm living all alone nobody miss me back
You know I'm trying, I'm trying
Nobody gonna tells how you talk you're living your life
You gotta f*ck it up you gotta f*ck it up
Make it something you love
Make it something dream of
And something you want
Have to grind it myself
Always make it look big
Have to trust in urself
Make it all that you live for
You know it
You know it
I'm tryna make a living now
So throw it
So throw it
Just throw that ass back
Imma show it
Go show it
Whenever you are ready
Imma hold it
I'll hold it
You meet me in the back
You whisper in my ear like that
And now you know what's boutta clap
The tattoos on your back they boutta come off with a slap
I know that ur not loyal, yeah I know you wanna pack
But once I leave the place you know I'm never coming back