This shit make me feel like... Like I“m back in 20... 2012 or something
I got out my feelings, but I might fill it up Like, where my stripper bitches in the city?
I“m here for the night, and I“m booted, I might spill my cup Just did a show in the city like I ain“t kill that, huh The flight change, niggas went and got business, bruh Fuck around and OD in some millions, huh You can“t smoke my blunt, can“t fuck my bitch Can“t tote my cup, can“t blast my stick That“s all Instead of playing open (Huh, woo) We ain“t passin“ to these niggas “cause these niggas ain“t open My flex, white tee, white jeans, white coat (Go) Left foot, right foot, just step, let“s go Let“s go, outside smoke Military weapons, bitch, we movin“ like the po“ (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
And I don“t give a fuck, he could book my shows Set the city on fire, am I really that cold? Who them young niggas rockin“ all Ed Hardy? (Huh) Letter 5 t-shirts, got it (Lil bitch, lil bitch) Do them niggas way too snotty I been Michael Jordan, lil“ bitch, I ain“t Scotty (Huh, huh) Or Pippen or Brady, I don“t need assistance This shit I be doing too hard and expensive And oh yeah, lil“ bitch, I ain“t losin“ my bitch If you wanna stare, you can take you a pic Bitch, I may ride in the clutch and then motherfuckin“ blitz it You wanna find where you lay, we the United Nations, just take you a pick Lil“ bitch, on my grandmother“s kids, I“m on my way
I“m so tired of complaining I“m on fire, don“t lie to me “Cause you treat me like nobody The truth hurts, don“t lie to me I“m so tired of complaining I“m on fire, don“t lie to me “Cause you treat me like nobody The truth hurts, don“t lie to me
4AM, almost 4AM, I“m faded And so far, it ain“t too bad But it“s all bad, you away from me 4AM, almost 4AM, I“m faded And so far, it ain“t too bad But it“s all bad, I“m on my way
I“m so tired of complaining I“m on fire, don“t lie to me
“Cause you treat me like nobody The truth hurts, don“t lie to me I“m so tired of complaining I“m on fire, don“t lie to me “Cause you treat me like nobody The truth hurts, don“t lie to me
Can“t smoke my blunt Can“t fuck my bitch Can“t tote my cup Can“t blast my stick Nope Can“t tote my cup Can“t blast my stick That“s all Woo Can“t tote that iron for me