It’s time to get trap back jumping Get shit and back popping, ho I show these sucka niggas how it go I show you how to move a lot of blow So it’s time to get trap back jumping Get shit back popping, bitch Hey, now who done say I'm not the shit Hey, nigga

In loving you with my whole heart Tell me now, where was my fault Oh tell me now, where was my fault Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life Can you lie next to her And give her your heart, your heart As well as your body And can

Buzzin', radars is buzzin' Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah New shit, new Kung Fu Kenny I got so many theories and suspicions I'm diagnosed with real nigga conditions Today is the day I follow my intuition Keep the family close, get money,

No escaping pain You belong to me Clinging on to life By the skin o'my teeth I had wrists donning slits Flowing constantly My broken body in a wreck Wrapped around a tree A crosswalk hit and run

The type of shit that make you wanna let go The type of shit that make you wanna Change is slow, always has been, always will be What good is taking over, when we know what you gon' do This is called being high as shit That's the name of this song nigga,

My mother said to get things done You'd better not mess with major tom Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know major tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early song I've heard a

Ayy, ayy, you know, you know why I fuck with Cardi B? 'Cause they be thinkin', they be thinkin' both of us crazy and shit Like this sound like some, some, some, Bodak Orange shit Or some, some Kodak Orange shit, man, like, ayy Said lil' bitch, you can't

You're killin' my vibe (killin' it) I-I'm too fly to fight Can't afford my price This a white tee (clean) Bitch, bite me (hey!) I'm on the high (I'm on the high) They on the low (they on the low) Get out my zone Said, I'm on the high (I'm on the high)

My main bitch, her name is Keisha Pull out my dick and she swallow I'm from the beast of the Belly Got all this bread like a deli Really ain't shit you can tell me My side bitch, her name is Kianna Hanging with killers and robbers My side bitch, her name

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon