I'm on drugs, gone
She wan me come back home
Yea, but she gone
She at a party im blowing her phone
Really want niggas to leave me alone, yea
When i get them racks then im gone
Yea, i been grinding making songs
And that hoe act like she ain't wrong
But it's ok nigga
Cause my new hoe she too bad yea
My new hoe too slime yea
And she be on type time
I just spend more time, coming up with lines
Yea then i spend, time recording line
Wanna get high pour a line
I be cappin i say u not mine
Locked in my head like i did a crime
Yea, and i can't waste no more time
I be quiet bitch just like a mime
That shit sad niggas in they prime, Yea ain't even out of school
Nigga i said f*ck the rules
Ion even got no tool
Bitch ion even got a stick
Bitch ion even got a whip
Ion even want no, yea
And that bitch she keep tryna come around me taking pics
Yea, and these niggas they so worried bout me get off my dick
When i get rich, buy a hit
Priorities f*cked up why u buyin zips
Labels they flyin me i'm takin trips
But, i just want a crib
Yea, thats how i feel
Sometimes ion even wanna live
But my heart made of steel, lil nigga, or i wouldn't be here
Yea i just want the f*ckin racks
Why these niggas they talk in my ear
Too high, at the bnb lil nigga i can't even steer
I can't even drive home
That bitch wanna die, so
I ask what's the time zone
Yea, got rich off a iphone