Lyrics
Yeah, and I got outlaw on my jacket, I wrap that bitch down in Vlone
Tryna pick up for my side ’cause this shit gon’ put me in a bad zone
She said, “I curse you I wrote your name then I put that shit down in this thongs”
I don’t hate you, I’m simply confused
And let me out bitch, tryna get right all my wrongs
No more, tryna put down all my phones
Leave me and nobody home
Shawty gon’ make me watch the throne
And she bad, yeah, she bad to the bone
Shawty gon’ make me cash my own
She tryna find my damn I see yeah lil’ young
And it made no sense, how you so damn grown?
Can somebody get me out this home? (Yeah)
I ain’t buggin’, I just need a loan
I tried to call you but I just got the tone (what?)
You not reliable, that shit was shown
Where the chicken girl at I’m tryna bone (yeah)
Yeah, I just said that shit off the dome
Making these hits gon’ put me on (what?)
In the studio up all night (woah)
I’m alright, yeah, a little, not quite (woah)
Ain’t no sin, I been getting deprived
I don’t know, man, I cannot decide (let’s go)
I’m in a very fast car, red light (skrrt)
Losing memory high as a kite (skrrt-skrrt)
So irrational, I wanna try
Fuck your feelings and fuck your advice
No more (yeah, yeah, woah)
Dead inside
Tryna shoot me, you missed me twice
Hella opp shit gets me tight
And I got outlaw on my jacket, I wrap that bitch down in Vlone (yeah)
Tryna pair up with my whoadies, music shit finna put us on (let’s go)
I cannot wait, I’m ecstatic (what?)
Made my mama cry, she so dramatic (woah)
Tryna get it now I cannot panic
Make it proper ‘fore both of us vanish
808’s boomin’, it’s making me manage (yeah)
I don’t care telling me that I’m mannish
I’ma just blame all that shit on my damage
Girl, you tripping on God, yep, damn near outlandish
And yeah, I’m summin’ your knot like Slip
Tryna match up my moods with my fit
Rock the stage out, I feel like I’m Kiss
Drummer on me, it’s matching my Ricks, woah
Okay, I’m choppin’ that bitch like Slick (Slick)
Shoutout Jake One, that nigga don’t miss (Slick)
Bought a dog, yeah, that nigga a pit
Turn the girl man to a motherfucking lick, yo
I got a show, leave my ass alone
I been roaming around, I been ’round
She finna blow me, she play the trombone (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Yellow diamonds double C yeah lil’ young
I’ma dub when I get you alone
Making these hits gon’ put me on (let’s go)
Yeah, broski off the dope
I’m in Zombie land, Emma Stone
It went poof and then he gone
And we got chopsticks, chopsticks, yeah girl, that ching-chong
So what are these niggas here on?
Ayy, bruh the king, I’m taking the throne
I got bad habits, I’m taking it on
Small world pays on
Let’s out, gettin’ on
Get bullies pay it on
I fucked it up, no mistaking this song
Bad man, bangs gone
Too tight hang on
I’ma take the chain home
And I got outlaw on my jacket, I wrap that bitch down in Vlone
Tryna pick up for my side ’cause this shit gon’ put me in a bad zone
She said, “I curse you I wrote your name then I put that shit down in this thong”
I don’t hate you, I’m simply confused
I’ve been up, I been tryna get right all my wrongs
No more, tryna put down all my phones
Leave me and nobody home
Shawty gon’ make me watch the throne
And she bad, yeah, she bad to the bone
Shawty gon’ make me cash my own
She the first and these bitches is clones
And it don’t make no sense how you so damn grown (yeah)
Broski off the dope
When I comin’ alone I show him
No more, no more
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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