Thinking bout the end and I ain't even start
Don't know your role your gotta play your part
Hop in the stu I'm tryna make some art
I get to the bag cash out on my cart
I stay at the top I'm not man in the middle
She said she vegetarian eat up the pickle
Don't make it complicated baby be simple
I'm tryna blow up I feel like a missle
Huh
So baby just hold it down
Say that you leave where you going now
Connection we have it was so profound
Don't call my name she just moan it out
Speed this shit up I'm not slowing down
Just wait for my time I've been holding out
You stay in the box you get folded out
And I'm just a stunna
Don't get me pissed might call up my gunna
Got a pack in the mail go call up my runner
Bitch look good be my baby mama
Just wanna count up f*ck all the drama