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Scoring these points, I'm tryna re-up on some more
Yeah, I been on the road
How many times this bitch gonna say she don't know?
That shit a problem for sure
She not a problem to me she a problem to bro
Yeah, she a problem to bro
I'm like a tidal wave I'm tryna keep up the flow
Bitch I'm tryna keep up the flow
Geek up, I get high, I float like a feather
Walk down your block I got Balenci leather
Your hoe pull up but I really reject her
I'm tired as fuck I ain't give it no effort
You saw that shit and you went and just left her
No receipt, I'm a real flexer
Yeah, foot on the gas I can't let up (Skrrt)
We pull up, we changing the weather
Yeah, she upset
Rubies my wrist my wrist on red
Yeah, you ain't solid you fed
She pouring up liq' want drank instead
Yeah, think that I'd rather be dead
Bullshit my past I don't wanna reflect
My hoe told me I'm a red flag
Diamonds my bitch, yeah, she listen respect
Life too busy I don't know what I did yesterday, I just swallow these pills, have sex (Have sex)
Wanna live my life on private, I gotta go up get money instead (Dollas)
Bro go put that money away, that lil' ass rack ain't shit (Fuck)
I'm hoppin' on flights I've been across the globe, that pack came vacuum sealed (Yeah)
You think that hoe was the one for you, know how that shit feels
Know how that shit feels, know how that shit feels (Yeah)
That shit so real
Who the fuck gonna say I'm lyin?
You finna waste your life listening to that hoe
Double check, lying I'm flying
But I'm finna pop me a Percocet pill and go float
Scoring these points, I'm tryna re-up on some more
Yeah, I been on the road
How many times this bitch gonna say she don't know?
That shit a problem for sure
She not a problem to me she a problem to bro
Yeah, she a problem to bro
I'm like a tidal wave I'm tryna keep up the flow
Bitch I'm tryna keep up the flow