Bye Bye

Look **** done counted me out

Now look I'm all on my own

Back then this shit was a drought

Take a four of wock right to the dome

They gone see me in a hellcat

I'm lane switching

Praying all on my downfall they well wishing

They gone want to throw shots but it's jammed clicking

I can't really hook up but she's well wishing

She a church girl

She freaky, I'm on that

**** want to switch up so I'm on that

Timing the want bite my hand, so I fall back

Showing love get you killed, why I'm off that

White bitch on my side I call that bitch plain Jane

**** playing we not playing the same game

I gotta up on the frame rate

No more Kennedy's for dinner cause I can get used to gourmet shit

Why do the hate me?

Balenciagas on my feet baby

C'mon speak my language

I am not patient

I was impatient

I was down bad hurting I couldn't contain it

I couldn't contain it, Oh no

I was depressed, so low

We was smoking in the park we too young

Just like Maybach's I pull-up in four doors

Bitches popping Molly, Miley Cyrus

I get traumatized when I hear sirens

Coming from where they deal problems with violence

I feel awkward if I hear some silence

Showing love get you killed so I'm off that

Mix my feelings with bud and the cognac

**** faking blue checks, get some blue strips

Turn a one to a two, thought you knew this

Oh

She wonder what I'm like I said I know

Cock back this uzi twice and let it blow

(You want to play rough? OK)

You was M.I.A. it's okay I'm alone

Good girls popping pills on the road

Look **** done counted me out

Now look I'm all on my own

Pass me a drink for the wock

Looks now I ball on my own

They gone see me in a hellcat

I'm lane switching

Praying all on my downfall they well wishing

They gone want to throw shots but it's jammed clicking

I can't really hook up but she's well wishing

She a church girl

She freaky, I'm on that

**** want to switch up so I'm on that

Timing the want bite my hand, so I fall back

Showing love get you killed, why I'm off that

White bitch on my side I call that bitch plain Jane

**** playing we not playing the same game

I gotta up on the frame rate

Used to Kennedy's for dinner but I could get used to gourmet shit

Ma look I'm famous!

Bad bitch she giving me brain

She got good head I heard she from Cambridge

**** talking hot but they still chattin'

I got me my **** you know they be packin'

I snatch me to racks and some packs from the backend, uh

But if worse comes to worse I'm my own shooter

Shorty came give me brain she my whole tutor

If you don't know me now better go on google

All my haters better get in line

I'm in bottega baby all my demons want get inside

We was in them civics no more buses giving me them rides

Should've told me you sober so

I gotta close and I gotta say

Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye