INSECURE

Yeah

Walk down, run down, rip

Two tone glock it's a two tone grip

Uh, twelve ain't never gon' blitz

I'm in the stu all day makin' hits

Uh, the pack on the road it's shipped

I told my bitch that we takin' a trip

Like, you know you look good with those hips

Pour up a line of the wock and we sip

I was just on a high speed from the jakes

He trying to make it he don't know what it takes

I'm in the stu cooking up I don't bake

My brodie keep asking how much did you make

I told him this morning I just made a eight

I'm eating good with this food on my plate

Why do these **** online love to hate

You going to slow **** pick up the pace

Cause I got shit I gotta do

Places where I gotta be

All my pockets they loaded can't you see

And I got my main bitch all on fleek

Shoutout my **** John and Riq

And I'm going straight to the top but I still feel like I ain't even nowhere near my peak, oh yeah

Walk down, run down, rip

Two tone glock it's a two tone grip

Uh, twelve ain't never gon' blitz

I'm in the stu all day makin' hits

Uh, the pack on the road it's shipped

I told my bitch that we takin' a trip

Like, you know you look good with those hips

Pour up a line of the wock and we sip