White America! Little Eric looks just like this Erica loves my shit I go to T-R-L, look how many hugs I get I could be one of your kids I Could be one of your kids I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see So many motherfuckin' people who feel

I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit I'm in the foreign with the full clip Ridin' with the full clip on some rich bullshit I'm in love with a hood bitch I give her this good dick on some drunk bullshit If that's my pussy, put my name on

I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah) I'm not the nigga for lip (yeah) Puttin' my heart in the click (yeah) Don't think I'm built for this shit (yeah) Too busy thinking what if (yeah) Fell in love through a photograph I don't even know your name Wonder if

Come on over Do the twist (aha) Have a fit (aha) Shoot the shit (aha) Love you so much Makes me sick (aha) Beat me out of me (beat it, beat it) She keeps it pumpin' strait in my heart.

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

Do it for the fam, we gon' die for this shit It's some real ties when we pull up with the clique Money comin' in, people knowin' that we lit It ain't no surprise, they gon' love you when you rich It ain't no surprise, they all love you when you rich Yeah

Come on over Do the twist (aha) Have a fit (aha) Shoot the shit (aha) Love you so much Makes me sick (aha) Beat me out of me (beat it, beat it) She keeps it pumpin' strait in my heart.

And I'm down for you always Say you'll never ever leave from beside me 'Cause I want ya, and I need ya Trap, TrapMoneyBenny This shit got me in my feelings Kiki, do you love me? Are you riding? KB, do you love me? Are you riding? (Clap that ass, you're

You my first love, I still fuck with you Looking at your picture, you should come through I don't even want nobody with me in the coupe Look at all this shit that we done been through Burn too many bridges, but I ain't burning you I hope you do good and

Love is hell Raise your hands, let me hear you yell Love is shit Can't you tell I've had enough of it I'd rather be stabbed and be cut into ribbons I'd rather be dead than the way you got me living I'd rather be shot in the heart and be bleeding I'd