I'm a good pretender Won't you come see my show? Oh, I'm insecure, I'm insecure I think I like what I'm supposed to Like what I'm supposed to I don't even mess with drugs I do that 'cause you say it's dope to You say it is dope to 'Cause I'm just like you

(Nigga I'm too lowkey for that) (I'm too lowkey for that) Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash woah Tryna show the hoes the cash flow My foot is on the gas though (I'm not too lowkey for that) What's up? What it do? What's up? What it do? It's all dope,

Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope You-you a mouse in a trap house (trap house), I'ma dog in a cat house (cat house) Don't bring me no

Ay, I sip the lean in the car My shooter rock out like guitars Take his girl and I'm breaking her heart Me and Gabe, we be shining like stars Smoking dope, I don't fuck with the bars I think I landed on Mars They be hating 'cause we living large Ay, why

Good evening Constantinople The best audience in the world we've bin told We really hope the dope'll Make you clap At all that crap That you've bin sold.

I think it's workin' I think it's workin' yeah It keeps me hummin' Hummin' hummin' yeah Picking at a purple vein He's like a fat man in a little coat Suckin' red vines and rum and coke Singing I like ya jesus but I loves the dope I mighty itty bitty maw

High as a motherfucker Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope Boy you really get me high Boy I'm coming down There now hold me close I'm high as a motherfucker I feel like I’m on dope (Okay) Boy you really get me high

Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days Money get made, bitches don't ever get saved Saint Laurent shades, cookin' up dope, gettin' paid She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page I was already red bottom, came on the scene It's hard

Weigh the dope up, cook the coke up Might as well just give your ho up I got local ho, but I shipped her out the country though Ain't no giving up, you already know how I give it up Sippin' out the coffee cup, my presidential face a hockey puck Feed me

They want G shit, give it to 'em This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes This is for the dopeboy trappers selling halves and hoes (Since nobody wanna make G shit) Since nobody wanna make G shit I'm a rich nigga like I don't know I can change if