Broke phone

Hmm, I just really, I just really (too gone, too gone)

Gang, gang, gang (I'm servin' base, bitch, I'm in this bitch with BassKids)

Top speed, nigga (to not Ski)

Crazy Navy, damn, that shit red, haha

I'm on a broke phone though, swear to God

That shit red, that shit red (ayy, ayy)

That shit red, two hundred thousand

I still know the rules but in (ayy, ayy, uh)

That shit red, two hundred thousand

I still know the rules but in silence

I'll speak the truth, but the slimiest, no roof, but still a Mafia

Louis everything, but I'm proud of you

You can't turn a motherfucker against me 'til your dollars up

Codeine on the way, but I'm sober for the day

I woke up at 8 PM, how I make a 100K?

I got really sick friends, do whatever to keep me safe

Happen so fast, they thought I paid, bada-bing, bada-boom

I'm on drink like Cedar son, but they feel me 'cause I'm Tune

I just hit a rapper ho', my bitch brought her in the room

Trackhawk tear up Beverly Hill, this a car not even meant for here

I got old ass money, but that new shit got me here

Fuck everybody, everybody, everything, everything

Swear to God, like, I only want to keep a debt with you

Like, only that way (gang), you know what it is (forget about it)

That shit red, ayy, ayy

That shit red, ten hundred thousand

I still know the rules but in (shh, gang, gang, gang, ayy, ayy)

That shit red, ten hundred thousand

I still know the rules but in (yeah, yeah)

That shit like six hundred thousand (yeah)

This that Kanye check, they sent it through the wire (swear to God)

I think I might give Ted Talks, so many I inspire (huh)

We (hrrt), come take heads off your block, reportin' live (frrt, baow)

I pray one day I'm trustworthy, been slimy all my life (ski)

You see these niggas I be with, that's greatest gang, all time (gang)

My bitch like Chanel bags and gettin' flowers on surprise (flowers on surprise)

And I'm on the road just gettin' these riches, but I'll rob (but I'll rob)

Right now its Perc' 20 on my back like John Collin (huh?)

No cap, man, I'm fightin' the key from now, feel like Gervonta (shh)

Told her, "Take them Skims off, let me be your Ray J" (frrt)

Pape' roll on me sky blue, salt and vinegar Lays bag (skrrt)

Only time these niggas show they passion when they hate a man (hatin' ass nigga)

My young niggas tweakin', no respect, they'd kill a made man

I'm just young, rich, junkie, cup so dark it look like slave land

I wake up so wavy, sometimes think I slept in a waterbed

Fuck everybody

Fuck fuck everything, nigga (fuck everybody)

The fuck goin' on nigga (fuck everybody)

And me, I'm purposely toxic (fuck everything)

Yeah, that shit red, two hundred thousand (uh)

Just two years ago, I ain't even have all these problems (uh)

My life gettin' low, Oxycodone my only hobby

This four-pole came to drive, taste like ice cream (shh, uhh)

This lame nigga lord of the rings, he cuffin' a thotty (shh)

Me, I'm purposely toxic, need to stop being so damn childish

I ain't gotta move my hand, move a thousand grams just off my posture (gang)

This lil' bitch so bad, might get a bag just how she arch it (yeah)

It's not Training Day, want to see my stash, gotta pull a carpet (hrrt, beep, beep)

It's a tag on his head, leave him on the glass like card deal

Sorry I don't broom jump, Wockhardt my only bride, nigga

See my stash and cry, man, that bitch my joy and pride, really, damn

Fuck everybody, everything

Wavy Navy Gang

You know what the fuck goin' on