Yeah, uh, okay
Look, look, look, uh
Four rings on my whip, look like Saturn, uh
You can't match my energy, it shine bright like a lantern
She do lines like corduroy patterns
People always tellin me what I need, bitch I need a pastor, uh
And I get bread, it's homemade no batter
I'll get to the top, bitch I'ma climb just like a ladder, uh
Yeah, shawty said that this ain't the old you
"He's old news" to my old self, I'll have to fold you
And if I'm being honest with you girl, I'm prone to bad things and mistakes
No I can't hold you, ay, no I can't hold you
If it was me, I'd go back to you, your my go-to
Aint using my logic, can't seem to find my Pro Tools
It's a no lose but I lost you anyway so I'm a ghost to you
And I admit it, I'm in it to win it but babygirl you know I did it
Ay, fuck shit, drugs in my stomach like a moshpit
Run up on me, caution
We got these thotties dirty dancing up on the yacht, bitch
We in Cali, riding and we gon' fuck up the city until we start a riot
This one's for Juice, get high wit' me if you really rockin'
And we won't stop til the sun come up, until the night end, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch
Run up on me I'ma leave him in a ditch, ditch
Ay, Montclair on my jacket, ay, freezin' on my wrist
Thumbin' through these blue bills 'til my fingers fall off and shit
Take yo' ass for ransom, diamonds on my hand, oh
Thirty on this .45, turn yo' ass to a dancer
Get 'em off me, send 'em to Hell, no pyromancer
Stick on me, no carousel, horses in my phantom
I feel like Jerry Rice
Ran it up, now bands I got several
She said "Is you feelin' right?"
I cant seem to get out my head, no
I might need a sacrifice
She a demon, her dad's the devil
Say "Hi" to him for me baby, tell him I'ma get him
Yeah, he owe me 30, bitch let's get him
I run up on him with that .30 to his head, oh
Bitch, you wanna battle me? Bitch I keep the metal
And I'ma write my muhfuckin' name up in the Death Note

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid
Writer(s): Zy'kier Whitlock