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Yeah
(Z, you goin' crazy)
Yeah
Tryna get high, bitch, I roll
I'm in the spot and I smell like gas, but I got Versace cologne
Bitch, I'm facin' a blunt and don't care where I'm at
When I'm high, I'm on my mode
I'm gettin' money, don't care 'bout the trouble
When I step out, just like, "Oh, shit"
I can't trust niggas, move with caution
Bitch, I'm too lit in the mansion
Nigga, switchblade in my pocket
No, I can't fuck with them
Fuck it, I know I always been real, yeah
I'm tryna ride in a Benz
They finna wear a new bitch, yeah
Niggas just type on computers
My niggas really be doin' shit, you run up, you gon' see the shooters
Bitch, I wake up and think about money
Nah, bitch, I wake up and think 'bout the future
Oh, you cool? Lil' bitch, I think I'm cooler, yeah
Number (N) ine jeans on my body, ain't rockin' no Trues, yeah
I'm tryna fuck that lil' ho with a body, but I barely knew her, yeah
Rapping used to be a hobby, now I get to it
I'm with this ho, give her top and she give me neck back like a tutor
You know that I'm always me, nigga, I can't go out like a loser
Tryna get high, bitch, I roll
I'm in the spot and I smell like gas, but I got Versace cologne
Bitch, I'm facin' a blunt and don't care where I'm at
When I'm high, I'm on my mode
I'm gettin' money, don't care 'bout the trouble
When I step out, just like, "Oh, shit"
I can't trust niggas, move with caution
Bitch, I'm too lit in the mansion
Nigga, switchblade in my pocket