Tryna go cop exotic i got four grams in my system
She loving the way im styling i dress no where near them niggas
Look baby im being honest i can't trust none of these bitches
My head in the clouds im high as f*ck aint no way that im healing
This bitch tryna steal my bank card, tryna get a million
Love nobody yeah i hate yall, f*ck you and your feelings
Tell the feds i cant get locked up im gone outrun every sentence
Til the day i get shot up gone hold it down for all my niggas
Coming up it was hard on 86th yeah they was killing
Shorty just broke my heart i popped two pills and now im spinning
And little girl she so dark she took a knife and started trippin
I feel so torn apart its like my mind is in a blender
But I gotta go get my scrilla
I'm fine little bitch i'm chilling
And the way i drip is different so dont ask me who invent it
Everyday i go and get it so lil bitch go mind yo business
Im bussin off four percocets my mind stuck inna ceiling
Ever since i came up all these bitches been on me
She say that she's in love wimme but really she a freak
She only f*ck with niggas that got clout and hella green
I hopped inside the whip i close the door and then i speed