You just got 50s
Oh that's such a pity
I spent all my racks in the back of the city
I bang out the trap
If I see it I hit it
And I'm finna say it
I'm jaded I'm quitting
I sit in the back and she sit on my lap
Bitch carry my strap till I want it back
I don't wanna leave you
But I do not need you
Take a picture w my strap
Post the picture I'm hit a lick and
Baby run it back for I hit you with a trigger finger
Shawty we can talk about your ex but we both know I'm bigger
Know she wanna f*ck but her bestest friend is bigger thicker
And I wish I bounced back off of all the liquor
Now a mf begging j to take a picture
If you wanna talk about it baby hit the Twitter
I don't wanna talk to shawty so I let the homie hit her
Imma bust on cam
Say she fell in love you can't trust that man
Yardy know imma take all your bands
Imma scam
20 on my feet cool 60 on my hand
I don't wanna leave you
But I do not need you
Whipping the roles
Say givenchy on clothes
Designer down all of my hoes they don't fold
Comin in four
Bust in the door and totem them poles
Yah that b***h finna blow
I don't wanna leave you
But I do not need you
Ciao!
