Get Out My Ear

Bitch, get out my ear

Bitch, get out my ear

Bitch, get out my ear

I really can't feel

Bitch really don't care

You worry 'bout hoes

I worry 'bout mill's

I worry 'bout deals

I worry 'bout bills

Bro ain't got no hoes

Bro worried 'bout kills

Lunchbox got flows

We ain't talking 'bout skill

Lunchbox got motion

Don't you see what I built?

I be tens toes I ain't got no more fear

I'm in that truck, hundred plus playing gears

I need ten racks for the feat on the real

It took ten years to blow up in a year

Playing games we gone leave 'em right there

Playing games and that's red rings of death

I'm with gang high as fuck pouring, yeah

I'm insane, no, bitch, I'm really diff'

What they talk 'bout?

What they talk 'bout? They ain't talking shit

Running your mouth, you ain't running shit

Running your mouth, you ain't running chips

I was fucked up, you ain't give me shit

I was fucked up, you ain't give me shit

Now I woke up, everything be lit

Y'all done fucked up, shouldn't of gave me shit

Fuck my old bitch I know you need me

Getting that money that Luigi

I got the world in my palms like a fushigi

Got a new chop' that's a new demon

My Drake be hot like some new Weekend

Shit done got hot on a few weekends

All my shit mines, I don't do leasing

They stealing sauce I'm like who leaking

Bitch, get out my ear

Bitch, get out my ear

I really can't feel

Bitch really don't care

You worry 'bout hoes

I worry 'bout mill's

I worry 'bout deals

I worry 'bout bills

Bro ain't got no hoes

Bro worried 'bout kills

Lunchbox got flows

We ain't talking 'bout skill

Lunchbox got motion

Don't you see what I built?