Letras
The meanest in the cabin
Yeah
Yeah, we ain't gotta flex (flex), my homie a check (yeah)
Check on your homie (shit)
I used to slit my wrist when I got lonely, yeah
When I got rich, I ate, that's why I look so bony, yeah
When I got turnt, she date me, that's why I feel so phony, yeah
When I say I'm hanging with gang, it's really a rope, yeah
When this white bitch blowin' my mind, it's really some coke
Told her it cost too much to fly, put that bitch on a boat
Told her it cost too much to get high, she go smoke with the bros, damn
This bitch tweak on the rips and the clothes, yeah
Doctor asked about the blood on my nose
Said that doing these drugs, she taking that shit too slow
Caught my wife in bed, don't mean that bitch my ho
Goddamn, too many lines in the stu', young nigga losing his focus (no cap)
I got blood dripping out my nose, hoping this bitch don't notice, shit
Told that bitch, you ain't got no value, you can't sell my dick (no cap)
Never gon' flip, I'm a designer, that mean I sold my shit
Yeah, we ain't gotta flex (flex), my homie a check (yeah)
Check on your homie (yeah)
I used to slit my wrist when I got lonely, yeah
When I got rich, I ate, that's why I look so bony, yeah
When I got turnt, she date me, that's why I feel so phony, yeah