Lyrics
Going through my bands, I swear, I swear, I swear to God
I can't tell the even from the odd, it's getting hard
Looking at the stars, I take the ceiling off my car
One that's making fun of me, they drive a push to start
C-C-C-C-C-Cuff your chick
It's the gang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I been tryna get out of the picture
I heard you mad because my pockets getting bigger (yeah)
And you can't stick to the scripture (ha)
But I guess that we can't all be winners
I'll-I'll bring a bag home before dinner (yeah)
If they're watching then I swear I'm not a sinner
Bitch I'm not a babysitter
I can't listen to these kids
You complain about my voice
So we gon' put him in the mix
And they up in my DMs 'cause they ain't heard no shit like this
Before, I guess they want some more
I'm tryna have a chat
To the people that be copying, you can't run away with that
I, I can't double back
Say that I might get you
But it's not like that
What you do in seven days
I'ma do in twenty-four
Hours in a fucking day
I can't waste that many more
If you hear a fucking noise
Know we knocking down your door
Yeah I'm tryna see some brains
(Spreaded all around the floor)
And I heard you like to talk about some shit that didn't happen
Y-Y-You say you love action, but you're really passive
Yeah, not good at math, but know a lot about subtraction
I'm the one that's adding though-ough today
Going through my bands, I swear, I swear, I swear to God
I can't tell the even from the odd, it's getting hard
Looking at the stars, I take the ceiling off my car
One that's making fun of me, they drive a push to start
Go-Go-Going through my bands, I swear, I swear, I swear to God
I can't tell the even from the odd, it's getting hard
Looking at the stars, I take the ceiling off my car
One that's making fun of me, they drive a push to start