Make em run away like he be tryna run a 40 huh
I got bands locked in the safe cus I be working more than ya
Bad lil bitch get geeked off of my pill like it's euphoria
I done been through way too many lies
Don't know who to trust, what
Damn yo time is up
Punch, feel it in yo gut
I got niggas working for a fan I ain't one of those
After party got me in a trance room be full of hoes Pray that all my niggas get a band yea and then so mo
Rigo just be working for a chance, I need time to glow
Get the mac, something like a bop, my shit like to blow
I like tracks, f*ck the concrete up when I be on the road, (I be on the road)
F*ck the concrete up when I be on the road, (I be on the road)
F*ck the concrete up when I be on the road
I don't really need too many friends I be on my own Internet be full of trolls I let that shit in my head
Leaking like he carti left a whole lotta red henny got the best of me that text was meant for her instead F*cked up my chance but I ain't sorry you ain't told me
Knew I had a weird feeling when that bitch approached me
Now I bust down on them hoes like a rollie she say she hate the new me won't go back to the old me