Lost
Yeah, okay
Yeah yeah
Ouu
Yeah, yeah
Okay
She don't love me, but I ain't in my feels
I'ma take a trip cuz I like how she feels
Sippin' activist, but I ain't poppin' pills
Niggas, they get popped, my brother's got .9 milli mills
(Pop, Pop)
Bad bitch on the left, she poppin' x
Main bitch came back home, says the room smell like sex
This bitch think she real, she gon' break up in a text
I done told you, baby, I'm the best at the best
Told you I'm up next, bitch, I got connects
Bitch, I'll knock you off, I'm just out here to finesse
Chillin' and I'm smokin', all we do is stack the m$
Bitch, I'm with the fam, I don't got no friends
I'm just chillin' with my brothers, fuck em' all
I'm jus wit my niggas like, all we do is ball
These niggas hatin, but I ain't trippin' cause they washed
My choppa boomin' like some 808s they knock
And my hair is always braided, ain't no locks
I just be dread swangin' cuz I'm countin' guap
Bitch, I stay on top, rollin' up wit my niggas, go gorillas, we gon' pop
And I'm with my bitches, they be bad, they some thots
Jumpin' out my body, I'm ready to leave, bitch, I'm so hot
Bitch, I cannot fall, bitch, I stay on top
I'ma leave shorty for a cougar, nigga, want some more, let's do it
Know I keep a rouger, clip same size a ruler
Nigga, want smoke, let's get it, nigga, want smoke, let's get it
Turn his brain into speggti, told y'all, it get hectic
Told y'all, niggas, ain't ready, told y'all, I'm too petty
Told y'all, I smoke heavy
Ice up in the white cups, this ain't henny
I'm still up with my niggas, we get plenty
Pop out with this shit, yeah, it get heavy (yeah, ok)
She don't love me, but I am my feels
I'ma take a trip cuz I like how she feels
Sippin' activist, but I ain't poppin' pills
Niggas, they get popped, my brother's got .9 milli mils
Bad bitch tryna love, she poppin' X
Mad bitch came back home, says the room it smell like sex
This bitch think she real, she gon' break up in a text
I done told you, baby, I'm the best of the best
Told you I'm up next, bitch, I got connects
Bitch, I'll knock you off, I'm just out here to finesse
Chillin' and I'm smokin', all we do is stack the m$
Bitch, I'm with the fam, I don't got no friends
Yeah yeah
Ouu
Yeah, yeah
Okay
She don't love me, but I ain't in my feels
I'ma take a trip cuz I like how she feels
Sippin' activist, but I ain't poppin' pills
Niggas, they get popped, my brother's got .9 milli mills
(Pop, Pop)
Bad bitch on the left, she poppin' x
Main bitch came back home, says the room smell like sex
This bitch think she real, she gon' break up in a text
I done told you, baby, I'm the best at the best
Told you I'm up next, bitch, I got connects
Bitch, I'll knock you off, I'm just out here to finesse
Chillin' and I'm smokin', all we do is stack the m$
Bitch, I'm with the fam, I don't got no friends
I'm just chillin' with my brothers, fuck em' all
I'm jus wit my niggas like, all we do is ball
These niggas hatin, but I ain't trippin' cause they washed
My choppa boomin' like some 808s they knock
And my hair is always braided, ain't no locks
I just be dread swangin' cuz I'm countin' guap
Bitch, I stay on top, rollin' up wit my niggas, go gorillas, we gon' pop
And I'm with my bitches, they be bad, they some thots
Jumpin' out my body, I'm ready to leave, bitch, I'm so hot
Bitch, I cannot fall, bitch, I stay on top
I'ma leave shorty for a cougar, nigga, want some more, let's do it
Know I keep a rouger, clip same size a ruler
Nigga, want smoke, let's get it, nigga, want smoke, let's get it
Turn his brain into speggti, told y'all, it get hectic
Told y'all, niggas, ain't ready, told y'all, I'm too petty
Told y'all, I smoke heavy
Ice up in the white cups, this ain't henny
I'm still up with my niggas, we get plenty
Pop out with this shit, yeah, it get heavy (yeah, ok)
She don't love me, but I am my feels
I'ma take a trip cuz I like how she feels
Sippin' activist, but I ain't poppin' pills
Niggas, they get popped, my brother's got .9 milli mils
Bad bitch tryna love, she poppin' X
Mad bitch came back home, says the room it smell like sex
This bitch think she real, she gon' break up in a text
I done told you, baby, I'm the best of the best
Told you I'm up next, bitch, I got connects
Bitch, I'll knock you off, I'm just out here to finesse
Chillin' and I'm smokin', all we do is stack the m$
Bitch, I'm with the fam, I don't got no friends
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Writer(s): Joshua James Hensley
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