How do you do that shit You see right through me. You see right through me You let me win, You let me ride You let me rock You let me slide

Uh, you already had it, babe Just used my last one percent to text you, that shit wasn't worth it Funny how when I don't care, these feelings all resurface 2016 was catastrophic, I deserved it Just thankful that it's over I would wish you the best but

Brad Pitt, that's my cousin When you see me in the club Angelina show me love You got me fucked up Like you don't know what's up All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it Brad, Brad, Pitt Slick shit man that's all we do hoe That little homie let me

Put you're lighters up if you want to Pull you're motherfucking dodger caps over you're motherfucking eyes Till you can't see shit I want you to go blind nigga So you can feel how I felt when I was in that motherfucking coma Raised in the city of angels

How'd I get so faded? You don't have to love me, love me But you gon' have to fuck with me Yung God when I ride up Not too many that can fuck with me Never hung up on the bullshit I can't afford that type of luxury I'm boutta' do a show in Paris I swear

Show me something Girl, my shit one hunnid You won't be disappointed Can I come change that outcome? Come on, let's get started, started, solid, solid, solid, solid Don't make no assumptions 'Cause I'm gon' keep it solid, solid, solid, solid, solid,

Mwa, uh, yeah Hello! My goodness I didn't know I was here Do you know my name? (It ain't goin' wrong when you try) Always got to try No matter how long that shit take Whatever stops you from dreaming

I've just begun It's about that time, gotta get mine You can't kill me 'Cause I'm already inside you Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it You're goin' down, this is a war! Enemy, show me what you wanna be I can handle anything Even if I can't handle you!

Uh-huh, understand this I don't give a fuck about what y'all talkin' about I ain't tryin' to hear none of that shit Nigga I'ma do what I wanna do When I wanna do it, how I wanna do it And you better hope I don't do it to you Now, I don't care what momma

Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Smack the shit outta him Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo' Reportin' live from the glo pad Gang in this bitch You know how we rockin , cut off stockings Kush in my pocket nigga,