Put me on a track and u know that it's gonna be lit
I don't give money to a girl talking shit
Pull up at ur birthday party in my new whip
If nobody dancing, then u know I'm finna dip
The last album was good, and you know u seen it all
If u tryna hit the studio, give me a call
Don't play sports, but u know yo boy ball
Don't bother to pick me up if u even see me fall
Hold up, Billie Eilish hit me up, this must be good news
If u tryna sue, then I'm bout to refuse
But something like this must be really hard to choose
Gold chain, red sweater and it match wit my shoes
I'm gonna do me, i don't really wanna be ya
I ain't blind, but haters i don't really wanna see ya
Imma scream so loud, I'll be screaming MAMA MIA
Cuz i be making all this dough like a f*cking pizzeria
But now that I'm here
Right back on this one track
It doesn't really matter any more
Cuz I'm bad
Catch me at the studio, chilling wit my crew
I not at the top, but I'm enjoying the view
Old school clothes coming from the thrift shop
Rain drop, drop top, and running from the cops
Call me what u want, man i don't really care
All the good clothes, man i don't know what to wear
It's only 2pm in the f*cking afternoon
Don't be sleeping on me, don't. Cuz imma be there soon
It's my kinda breakup
Wit some makeup
But it don't matter anymore cuz this is practice that i don't need to take up
U acting like u high, man. What the f*ck u on
Fresh cut so clean, I'll make this a hair salon
People ask me what I'm finna do like everyday
But if u ain't with it, that's cool. Just get out my way
If u tryna get the party bumping, I'm yo dude
But I'm better than u, i don't mean to be rude