Lyrics
I was in Florida, rappin' bout shit I was doin' in Georgia
Rob a nigga for his pack, you might get whacked, so you better come with some order
Nowadays these niggas feds, ratting on they man, then come back home tryna sort it
Damn my brother in the can, onna bunk bed, treated like his life ain't important
I said, that shit really hurtin' me
That perky doin' surgery
Nobody is perfect except me, huh
Bitch, I'm the one, how you ain't heard of me
You can't get that purse for free, I'm murderin' that pussy, first degree
Yeah
Not livin' right, but fuck it, it's my life
I'm going hard like my name was All Might
Say everything fine, but really I'm just lying
Drug addiction got me outta my mind
Why these bitches tryna fuck up my time
Face it, bitch gotta hop in the line
She basic, that hoe could never be mine
I'm super fried, geekin' up with God
Wanna catch up, no catchin' me
Tell my old ho, come flex with me
Oh, you want the best of me
You gotta suck out the rest of me
Maybe later you'll be next to me
Killin' our haters, it's rest in peace
Baby, let's go to Jamaica
Swear I'm gettin' paper, I promise I'm next to be
Get rid of my vices, like I ain't never like it
Them Levi's on my jeans, like I'm tryna kill a Titan
Bitch, I'm in that field, nah for real, like a Viking
My life really brazy, I tell you, think I'm lying
I was in Florida, rappin' bout shit I was doin' in Georgia
Rob a nigga for his pack, you might get whacked, so you better come with some order
Nowadays these niggas feds, ratting on they man, then come back home tryna sort it
Damn my brother in the can, onna bunk bed, treated like his life ain't important
I said, that shit really hurtin' me
That perky doin' surgery
Nobody is perfect except me, huh
Bitch, I'm the one, how you ain't heard of me
You can't get that purse for free, I'm murderin' that pussy, first degree
You know what I'm sayin, like