Bro, why am I, like, losing the shit? I can't even speak right
2-2-3 as I shoot it at your head, n**a, I don't get right
Alright, I'm ready, yeah
Okay, yeah, yeah
B**h, I'm toxic, but I bought you chauffeurs and brunch
I can't stop it, two rings and two phones for fun
But I'm toxic, ask for shit, but I don't know none
I just stopped it, on the button, need personal funds
Aye
B**h, you're delusional, I think it's something you should know
Getting money usual, you hate that
Drive around so much, so I bulletproof the Maybach
Lust is what you love, there's a difference, can't you see that
I'm pulling all this weight with my racks, can't you see that
Tell my bro, go on and hit, he playing with us, we spinning shit
I just get what I want, then I pay the next day
She wanna hang with us, well, I'm like, no way
If the money what you trust, then it's gone the next day
Ion chit nor I chat
I fly her out, she coming back aye
B**h, I'm toxic, but I bought you chauffeurs and brunch
I can't stop it, two rings and two phones for fun
But I'm toxic, ask for shit, but I don't know none
I just stopped it, on the button, need personal funds
She you get wicked, but I ain't Nardo
Flying through that 12 like I'm 5-0
If I could Run my roster, It would be empty
Keep telling me I need friends, but I know I don't need any
It's been me and it's still me, lil' mama
Right around this city with my partner
We ain't mobbin', we just chillin', though we talkin' cash
And you annoyed, cause the man that you had, you know you ain't gettin' back
So when I go out, you ain't my task, shorty
She get wicked, but I ain't Nardo
Flying through it 12 like I'm 5-0
If I could Run my roster, It would be empty
Keep telling me I need friends, but I know I don't need any
B**h, I'm toxic, but I bought you chauffeurs and brunch
I can't stop it, two rings and two phones for fun
But I'm toxic, ask for shit, but I don't know none
I just stopped it, on the button, need personal funds
Ayy
I just got a question
How I'm fake, but destined
Said you love me, guessin
I don't want you, best friend
I ain't lettin' up
Talk behind my back, but ain't no pushin' up
Stay behind them screens
You ain't talkin', man, your fingers talk
Say that to my face, and I promise that you can't talk
This money that I'm makin' buy your whole home and two cars
I swear y'all so entitled
Why not put that to a new job
Y'all sit home while I pop off
Y'all said chill, so I backed off
But y'all keep talkin', so I'm back on
Oh Maad, he's soft
That's wrong
Put a whole round in your backbone
How much time you really have
You d**k ride just for a laugh
Then come back and say, oh, he mad
Wow, oh, I'm mad
Boy, this drum gon' make you laugh
I swear that meal would be your last
I'm petty, boy, I'ma get you back
Now I'm smokin' on your mama pack
B**h, I'm toxic, but I bought you chauffeurs and brunch
I can't stop it, two rings and two phones for fun
But I'm toxic, ask for shit, but I don't know none
I just stopped it, on a button, need personal funds
Ayy
