Bitch I am up, bitch I am up Bitch I am huh, bitch I am up Thank you very much I'm way too good at this shit I don't even really gotta try no more Oh my God, Ronny Okay, Xans for her dinner, uhh Bag from Margiela, uhh

Come and see me for once You don't ever come to me, you don't ever come to me All she talkin' bout is come and see me for once All she hit me with is come and see me for once Doesn't make sense now Shit just got real, things are getting intense now I

What you doin'? Hold on let me turn down the music I can't hear you. Come on man, who's this? What you got on? Ha-ha, come on stop playin'. I ain't got on shit.

Give it up fast, quick and not slow Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit QBC, nigga grab your click Got out the airport the Mobb pick me up in the truck Jury junkie like fuck I ain't scared to get

My mama called, seen you on TV, son Said shit done changed ever since we was on I dreamed it all ever since I was young They said I wouldn't be nothing Now they always say congratulations Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation They ain't never had the

Tote a pole, tote a pole, tote a pole 1400, bitch, you know I tote a pole With 6ix9ine, bitch, you know we tote them poles You talk down, we gon' let that shit go Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow Got the scope, got the scope, got the scope .223's

Comes with some holes and dents Where I got tired of his shit Call if your interested, trailer for rent I left the beans on I put my jeans on And drove down to the Jonesville News and Times I said to the man I need to place an ad How much will it be for

I guess I'm on my... on my Don shit Somebody gotta do it Look, no more interviews I'm not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl I brought sand to the beach Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my

Love me better, kiss me back, listen more Love me better, kiss me back, Listen more oh Tuesday afternoon, I ain't got shit to do But fall in love with you Yeah, no no no Face down in the brown grass Shame shame on my brown ass Birds in the trees as we

Yeah I said so, so who drove him? That shit crazy, man Who drove him to the hospital? 'Cause I'm in here trying to make a love song and shit Like I get this bad news I just got the call before I heard the beat They just shot my dog like why it had to be