Oh, no, no, no
All his opps gone
Oh, no, no, no
Yeah

Oh, no, no, no
Hendrix

Young nigga slangin´ cutta, say he got all his opps gone
Trap bunkin´ that fishscale, serve it to a Martian (Oh, oh)
Fresh in Rick Owens, drankin´ Wockhardt (Oh, oh)
I´m not Terrell Owens, bet I won´t cry for you (I won´t cry)
Walked through hell and back for you, now I´m an icon (Walkin´ through hell)
Product of my crazy environment (Pluto)
You said you eat vegan, still eat meat like lobster (Uh)
Freaky and conceited, she in need of a rockstar (Oh, yeah)

I´m thuggin´, I´m thuggin´, gotta call up Sasha (Thuggin´, I´m thuggin´)
Yeah, cop thirty while she mop it up (Oh, oh)
Show me you gracious, takin´ off my socks
Show me you love me, never talk to opps

Show me that you love me
Don´t just say it
Oh, no (Yeah)
Oh, no (Hendrix)

I just stepped out a warzone, ooh, yeah
I´m ´bout to put my sauce-sauce on this bitch
Come through zoomin´ in a Porsche-orsche, Jordan three six
I get to have a choice, choice, at least three bitches

Hoppin´ out a passenger in a right Rolls, totin´ a blicky
I know this lifestyle can get crazy and sticky
You gracious, I know it, it shows
Different ladies is makin´ you nauseous
Don´t be flagrant, I know it´s exhaustin´
It´s the passion I´ll show to you often
Your love´s locked down (You so contagious)
You so gracious
Your love´s locked down

You so gracious
You so faithful (You so gracious)
You so gracious
You so faithful
You so contagious
You so gracious