week

Pull up bae let's geek for the week

I'm sick of fuckin' clubbing and these freak hoes

They're tryna book me, they can't hack the fee though

I've been better since you've been with me

I got 50 notes, bussin' out my jeans

Putchín bitch, can't see though

I've been rollin, rollin, rollin' in my sleep

May as well hop in the car

I know you wanna go with me

I've been makin' money off my distro

In the backfield, hoofin off your dispo

I'm with you so I can flow like this though, yeah

Let my soul, go, and flow in the mist hoe

(I love you)

Money in my pocket and it's blue, yeah

I don't even like be with you no more

And it's crazy cause it's all I used to do, yeah

Pull up to Dublin and I fuckin' break the rules, oh yeah

Man, there's only so much words that I can use, oh yeah

Before I met you, man I think I've known you, oh yeah

Man, there's only so much things that I can do

So I'ma spit up in my songs, like some fuckin' Haikus, oh yeah

Pull up bae let's geek for the week

I'm sick of fuckin' clubbing and these freak hoes

They're tryna book me, they can't hack the fee though

I've been better since you've been with me