Letras
Got the body of a goddess
And when I see you (Mass made the beat)
Yeah, I keep takin' these drugs, I'm not okay (I'm not)
And if I send you my pin, do not come late (do not)
You better come right then or you might get faked (fah, fah)
Nigga, my best friend is a micro Draco (mirco)
And I been gettin' high since like ninth grade (high)
Supreme my Forces, I might go Bape (I might go-)
Niggas'll act like they love you, whole time they be hatin' (hatin', yeah)
Every time you come around me, I'm peepin' your traits (pussy)
Niggas be bitches, that why I ain't with 'em (bitch-ass)
A nigga'll shoot somethin' for you, then turn 'round and kill you (you dig?)
You goin' in the ground by yourself, no matter who with you (no matter)
I put a button on the back, turn the Glock to a whistle (huh)
Fuck everything else, I just need my lil' one
A brand-new "Hrrt," Blackout and a 10 mil'
Catch went in baseline, 360 windmill (360)
Walk down like a car (walk down), spray some shit on his windshield (spray somethin')
Yeah, you did me bad, but I'm still here (I'm still here)
I'm high as hell, I'm poppin' a fake and a real pill
Yeah, I was bad as hell, back in school, I ain't pay attention
I brought all the Percs on the field trip
I beat up the cat from the back, she got real grip
Yeah, the police had put me on papers, I still kill
I put a switch on the Glock, and got dropped with a Kel-Tec
Yeah, I heard you broke as a bitch, I get real checks (yeah)
Uh, bitch, you did me foul, where the ref' at?
Whatever he played, that's whatever he left at
Bro see an opp and go Curry, step back
Yeah, I wonder why you ain't keepin' shit real? (Uh)
I don't know why, I won't put down these pills
Me and bro, we just threw back a Tyreek Hill
Yeah, that nigga know he gon' die when I see him
My twin movin' pounds, he don't go to the gym (yeah)
Fuck nigga play, I'ma dunk, put my arm in the rim
Yeah, I'm at my show with your ho on the 'Gram
Yeah, designer clothes, spend a whole lot of thousands