The Hills Have Eyes

If she don't fuck with me, then she sexist

Yeah, I sit and reflect, I got shit to protect

My ego telling me, go celebrity, get the Patek

I text my ex when I drink tequila and sip the prosec

See through the flak

Cause these rappers capping like Mitchell and Ness

I jumped off the porch, got on my mission

I'm blessed

Trying to get my dog a ticket and jet

But he need a plus two for his homies

He bring the Smith and the Wess

Look at me

Look at my journey, see what I gained

What it took from me, ain't read my contract

Judges wanna throw the book at me

But luckily I pay for my lawyer through all the booking fees

My dog ain't no rapper, but I bet he gon' throw a hook for me

I don't think human, I'm Belizean my link's Cuban

Benjamin Franklin, Gotta keep it hunnid

Everything I write on

Run fades or one runways, you gotta

Fly or fight on

Working through the night

I told em leave the light on

Trying to be clear on what I set my sights on

She been eyeing me all night

I think she need a ride home

But the voice in my mind, like just leave her alone

Take it

Take it

Take it

Take it

Take it

Take it slow

The hills have eyes

Don't let them see you hit a slope

I'd rather have my peace so enemies cant keep them close

It was good at first, but yeah, you know how it

Take it

Take it

Take it

Take it

Take it

Take a second

Baby I'm the shit

Look at the whip that you just stepped in

Now she high on life like the weed that just crept in

If she don't fuck with me, then she sexist

Aye aye aye aye