Time to make my own movie, I ain't f*ckin' up again
I'm runnin' up a bag, and I'm runnin' with my mans
We won't ever stop till we touchin' f*ckin' bands
Like, we just wanna sack, God forgive us for our sins
Like, I'm doin' shit I shouldn't, and I'm doin' shit you couldn't
I'm in your granny cabinet, and I'm creepin' through her bushes
Stressin' over thinkin', yeah, just for overlookin
I'm over an idiot sayin' motherf*ckin' crooked
I really get you and your whole f*ckin' crew
Don't talk to me, cause I do not f*ck with you
Who the f*ck is you? It's 26, it's on a coupe
Slam it down and take the roof, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
What to do? Bloody shoes, touchin' money
Now I'm seein' bigger boobs, that's the truth
I'm the truth, with the wolves, I'm throwin' toast
Ooh, in the coupe, I'm slidin' out the window, throwin' toast
Yes, double deuce, come on, baby, I know you see me
I know you see me on the TV, wonderin
How I make it, make it look so bazy
You was choosin', now you need me, but it's okay
I'm eatin' Grady on the beach
Where the foreign bitches feed me
Youngest flex is soon to be the face of weighty shit
You makin' bitches hella bad
Walk in my cup, I might crash
Twelve's behind me, I'm hittin' that gas
How I'm fleein'? Thought it was flash, oh
Thought it was flash, how I'm fleein'? Thought it was flash
Walk in my cup, I might crash
Bitch, I told you I got
26, it's on a coupe
Slam it down and take the roof, oh, oh, oh, oh
What to do? Bloody shoes, touchin' money
Now I'm seein' bigger boobs, that's the truth
I'm the truth, with the wolves, I'm throwin' toast
In the coupe, I'm slidin' out the window, throwin' toast