Mental 1.5!

I'ma hop up in this new Tonka
She keep tryna touch my racks, had to tell her no-uh
That girl is a baba,
she just want my prada
Hop up in that Mazda,
cook the Beat like pasta
Hold on wait, I had to get my flow back
She said that she mess with me, oh, I didn't know that
Grills on my teeth, and it lookin' like I'm Kodak
She keep tryna pull up to my crib, but she kinda wack

She be actin' lame, she not stuck in my mental
Had to kick her out, she was actin' disrespectful
Hunnids on my neck and my wrist and my pedestals
Can't trust anybody, cause they all want a handful
They want a handful, pull up, we gon' wipe his nose
They be tryna run up on me, huh, I stay ten toes
Call these boys my son, cause they always tryna steal my flow
I can't trust lil shawty, cause she already know that she a (Oh)
She a gold digger, all she want is my (Gold)
The way she talk to me, man, she gon' make me (fold)
I'm gonna get to the racks, I'ma get my (dough)
They be tryna run up on me, boy, hit him with this (Pole)
They be talking down, we gon' send him up to heaven
I been sippin' wock, I been trappin' at the 7-Eleven
Walk him down, when we pistol packin', came wit that Smith & Wesson
You can just call me a teacher, we gon' teach that boy a lesson uh-uh

I'ma hop up in this new Tonka
She keep tryna touch my racks, had to tell her no-uh
That girl is a baba,
she just want my prada
Hop up in that Mazda,
cook the Beat like pasta
Hold on wait, I had to get my flow back
She said that she mess with me, oh, I didn't know that
Grills on my teeth, and it lookin' like I'm Kodak
She keep tryna pull up to my crib, but she kinda wack