Okay Yeah!

Shit

I left you on read

I left out the house with the meds

He takin' my style

But not givin' me creds

She keep chasin' me down

She act like the feds

That boy talkin' down, so we fill em' with led

I put my dick in her mouth

So it's fuck what she said

I won't come around if you not talkin' bread

Shawty know I got the remedies

Can't fuck with 10 a G

I popped a addy for energy

Damn i'm too geeked off these mili-G's

They fucked up my memory

She fuck, cause' she love all my tendencies

Young nigga counting up plenty G's

I'ma get plenty cheese

Can't fuck with these niggas, they finicky

These niggas my sons

They motherfucking mini-me's

He think he the one

I'm like who are you kidding me

YSL my cologne

I was high as hell writing this song

Mason Margiela with the Chrome

VETEMENTS, put that on

I gotta watch out for the clones

I gotta watch out for your hoe

Ayy, yeah

Lame nigga, watch your tone

Okay, yeah

Hoe you notice me, hoe you know it's me

I'm taking your hoe like Jodeci

She say, Esco you the g.o.a.t. to me

She just wanna give that throat to me

She say, Esco take control of me

She just trynna take my soul, OD

We just been getting them bands

My pockets done got swole lowkey

Niggas don't stand no chance

These niggas can't even get close to me

Like, damn this bitch wet like the ocean sea

Lame ass nigga trynna dress like me

Bet a lame ass can't get a check like me

Lame nigga, can't get the best of me

YSL with Chanel cologne

I'm high as hell, leave me the hell alone

I'm high as hell, in the air, I'm gone

This bitch hell, she keep blowing my phone

Wish you well, hoe leave me alone