All I want from you is drug sex Run it up and never go back (Go back) Tell me why the fuck you mad though? (Mad though) I ain't that used to getting mad dough (Mad dough) I dropped forty pointers on your ass, ho (Ass, ho) Forty pointers on your ho-ass

You get the bag and fumble it I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah) Straight out the lot, three hundred cash (cash) And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah) Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot) And she gon' fuck up a bag (yeah) Pull up to

Passion is sometimes a fucked up thing for me I think I owe you an apology Somehow you bring the violence out in me I'm just a shell of what I used to be The little things you do Prey for me (Prey for me) I think I owe you an apology, (Prey for me) I'm

Toot it and boot it I met her in the club Then I said wassup I took her to the crib And you know I fucked Yeah I toot it and boot it That's why I toot and boot it She think I'm cute, she wanna have sex Girl knock it off you know you cant have this

I fuck on that bitch and we lay up Don't tell me you back in that action I passed her off like a lay up I tripled my cups like an addict She come through late night on them Xannies I get that mouth on the regular I get more lip than a cellular I fuck

On the dead locs Blueface baby Yeah, aight, on the dead locs Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I had to wake that bitch up, she was 'sleep on me (wake yo' ass up) Yea aight, look at me now, lil' baby Fuck a nigga talkin' 'bout? Tough on the 'Gram, bet you the .223

I keep asking Days keep passing I don't feel right Everyday confronted Fuck off, it's giving in I just want to know why! Want to give it up but I can't escape What's your lie? It is disturbing

Good morning Haha, wake your mother fucking asses up Yo what is the what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleeping on my roof bitch! For whatever it's worth it's worth me having my ass whipped 'Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever

In a dream yeah, thinking bout codeine yeah Chop it like I'm in the matrix (Ay) Balmain pocket extra cake (Ay) Have you ever made a million dollars with your talent (Have you) Have you ever fucked a bitch ass so fat lose your balance (Have you) All these

It's everything we know You gotta be loud You gotta be rude So the world can hear you You gotta be crass You gotta be cold Turn it up, turn it up now