The career´s more at stake when you in your prime (At stake) Fuck that paper, baby, my face on the dotted line (Dot, yeah) I been flyin´ out of town for some peace of mind (Yeah, yeah, bitch) It´s like always they just want a piece of mine (Ah)
I been focused on the future, never on right now (Ah) What I´m sippin´ not kombucha, either pink or brown (It´s lit) I´m the one that introduced you to the you right now (Mmm, let´s go) Oh my God, that bitch bite (That bitch bite) Well, alright (Alright), tryna vibe (I´m tryna vibe this) In the night, come alive Ain´t asleep Ain´t a , ain´t a , ain´t , ain´t , ain´t
I´m wit´ Travis Uh, I´m wit´ Travis Uh, I´m wit´ Travis Killin´ shit, doin´ it right to film Geek, geek (Geek, geek) Yeah, hol´ up, hol´ up, hol´ up, hit, everything hit, yeah
I just been poppin´ my shit and forgettin´ it live, hold up (Hold up, shit) Yeah, you try to come wrong ´bout this shit, we poppin´ your tires, hold up (Shit) Uh, run around, huh, uh (Woah), feelin´ like I´m on ten (Hold up)
Playin´ both sides with this ho, shawty, I´m fuckin´ your friend (Hol´ up) I´ve been goin´ crazy, huh, I´ve been on the deep end Hol´ up, she not innocent, hol´ up, shawty just tryna go
Uh, I just been icin´ my ho, huh (My ho), I just been drippin´ my ho, yeah This is that expensive drip, hol´ up, I got the ho on her toe, huh
I put ya´ ho on the road, shawty wanna play wit´ the O, yeah, yeah I got the ho with me, she ´boutta show me some´, hol´ up, hol´ up (Oh) I got flows for days, these niggas ain´t on nothin´, hold up, hold up (Oh) Me and my bro locked in, you know we on one, hol´ up, hol´ up (Slatt, slatt) We in the spot goin´ crazy until the sun up, hol´ up, hol´ up You worried about that ho, that ho done chose up, hold up, hold up Pistols all in the kitchen, can´t give the zip code up, hold up, hold up (Wow-wow)
Fiend, fiend, fiend (Homixide, yeah)
Why the fuck these niggas actin´ like they know us? Hold up, uh Double O, Cactus, hold up, yeah we towed up (Yeah, we towed up, skrrt, skrrt), uh Switch out the bag, these niggas get rolled up (It´s lit) Everything lit, hold up, everything, everything, everything
Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend-fiend
Shawty, why you shakin´? Only wanna meet (Yeah, bitch) Racks on my mind, racks on my sneakers (What?) Took her from the stage, straight to the bleachers (Bitch)
Young Sheck Wes be wildin´ when I´m on the beat (Yeah, bitch) I buss her up, then cut her off, ´cause I don´t need her (Wow) Damn, mother, it´s gon´ burn, baby (Burn) I can´t get invested, just my turn, baby (It´s just my turn) I jump off the roof and crash a turntables (Crash a turn, phew) The tables never turn, we got the scouts (Bitch) I´ma make her fiend (Fiend) We pull up, make a scene (Yaow) Bust down my ho, my team (Yeah) Been doin´ this shit since a teen (Yeah), scream