Saint Paul trippin' on this
I'm startin' to think I need help
I'm in this F-150 speedin' without no seatbelt
Hit through the backstreet, I flip my clip, I need shells
Run like an athlete, we caught his ass, post at the cell
Post like a mailbox, but I'm not waiting on no mail
And we got high Glocks, catch a nigga down cold and he melt
And fuck a high boss, have a young nigga walk you down like stairs
We spin like Ferris wheel if we ever catch a nigga at the fair
I'll serve a clientele, I just hope my clients never tell
I need an AP, I'ma match that bitch with a Cartier
This Glock no safety, if you play with me you go to hell
This little bitch hate me and she don't care about her oral health
You can't hang around me if you ain't my kinda nigga
Everybody around keep them a stick, like they're blind, nigga
Before you walk outside, don't look through the blinds, nigga
I spill codeine on the AP, I'm wastin' time, nigga
I got domances, I keep looking through the refrigerator
Get a bitch a pill, that lil' hoe gon' hit the percolator
Always do for y'all, why the hell y'all can't do me a favor?
Every time I pop out, there's some drip, it be a different flavor
This not a regular Bentley, we inside this Bentayga
There's not no new kill, I swear them youngas Ben faced him
Other side mad, 'cause they can't pull no champs to this table
This hoe a tiger, she got scraps on her like a Bengals player
I'm startin' to think I need help
I'm in this F-150 speedin' without no seatbelt
Hit through the backstreet, I flip my clip, I need shells
Run like an athlete, we caught his ass, post at the cell
Post like a mailbox, but I'm not waiting on no mail
And we got high Glocks, catch a nigga down cold and he melt
And fuck a high boss, have a young nigga walk you down like stairs
We spin like Ferris wheel if we ever catch a nigga at the fair
