XXX

I can't beef bout no bitch

Won't go back and forth

You can keep that hoe

I got plenty more

I been chasing all these hunnids

Tryna stack my dough

And they come at my throat

Lord protect my soul

Skrt off in a Maybach

Chiefin' on the right pack

Bitch told me she like my shit

I'm on the right track

Bustin' out the iced Act

Add some sprite I like that

Bitch I might just take a risk

That's where the life at

I-I just can't stop countin' up

Throw these racks don't give no fuck

I been pourin' up that Saints Row

Purple in my cup

B-Bitches broke and stayin' stuck

C-C-Can't even show a buck

Now my pockets fat

They gon tell me that it's luck

S-S-Stack it up some more

Flash a rack then steal yo hoe

She be all up on my gram

Cause she wantin' me lil bro

I-I ain't beefin' bout no extra

Suck me up and go

That bitch put me in a hex yuh

She done take my soul

Had to whip it up fast

Did this shit all on my own

Ain't no time for impasse

Bitch I hate movin' too slow

I been livin' too fast

Might pop these xannies hoe

Might mix it with some water and molly

Then pop some more

Poppin' X

X

X

Divin' in that hoe like S

S

S

In my DM and she told me I hit best best

Get it off her chest

Chest

Chest

Im up next

Next

Next

Only hit headshots fuck a vest

Vest

Vest

Imma leave your ma depressed

Pressed

Pressed

Roll it up express

We gon put you in that pack

We gon smoke excess

You want smoke it's us

She a hoe can't trust

When we walk up in that spot

They like oh it's us