[Intro]
(Mm, Trill got that juice, nigga)
Fuck ([?])
I'm, I'm on? Like, like, we on—, I'm on here?
Fuck
I'm on? They got me on? Alright
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
I'm on? Like—, I'm on?
Fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Hahahahaha
See, I know what to—
See, haha, see, I know what to do right here, I know what to do right here
Fuck
[Verse]
You gon' catch me outside, you gon' fuckin' see me
I know you done changed, I can fuckin' peep it
I could've been spinned the other side, I just need a reason
My music play in Spain, I'm just fuckin' speakin'
Nigga see you in that range, nigga leave you leakin'
Lil' twin ain't insane, it's for social media
I tried to stay up for that breakfast, my hotel room messy
I can't get too happy for tonight, I just might burn my blessings
And I only put on black shit, I don't even need accessories
Then I spеnt a five in Saks Fifth, I had to take a second
You can't gеt revived when you get hit with this MAC-11
I thought your spread was on your arm, why you pull out crumbs?
I just smoked the spot, they detect with a smoke alarm
I just post a drop, told an opp come and spin a car
Niggas pillow talk and cockblock, but they don't make it far
Anything could be easy in your life, you just make it hard
I can't even sleep, I got drugs in my fuckin' heart
You can't even sleep, you got pain in your fuckin' heart
She can't even sleep, she got pain in her fuckin' heart
I just put a spread with a spread, I just made it more
Told you eighty-five for that seven, you gave me eighty-four
Where the fuck you reside? We gon' mail it, put shots in your door
I just smoke that 'za, I be geeked, I be fuckin' cookin'
I ain't never gon' get my regular life back, too many fuckin' bookings
I just put on black, I attack when you ain't even lookin'
Look inside the mirror, I jump back, I just seen a boogie
Niggas ain't even that, they just act, they be really rookies
Over here, your face card bad, your face card bad
Over here, my face card straight, my face card good
Nigga ain't help me run up no pape', but it's all good
Nigga got a name on his foot, it's his big homie
Nigga got a name on his foot, it's his big homie
(Mm, Trill got that juice, nigga)
Fuck ([?])
I'm, I'm on? Like, like, we on—, I'm on here?
Fuck
I'm on? They got me on? Alright
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
I'm on? Like—, I'm on?
Fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Hahahahaha
See, I know what to—
See, haha, see, I know what to do right here, I know what to do right here
Fuck
[Verse]
You gon' catch me outside, you gon' fuckin' see me
I know you done changed, I can fuckin' peep it
I could've been spinned the other side, I just need a reason
My music play in Spain, I'm just fuckin' speakin'
Nigga see you in that range, nigga leave you leakin'
Lil' twin ain't insane, it's for social media
I tried to stay up for that breakfast, my hotel room messy
I can't get too happy for tonight, I just might burn my blessings
And I only put on black shit, I don't even need accessories
Then I spеnt a five in Saks Fifth, I had to take a second
You can't gеt revived when you get hit with this MAC-11
I thought your spread was on your arm, why you pull out crumbs?
I just smoked the spot, they detect with a smoke alarm
I just post a drop, told an opp come and spin a car
Niggas pillow talk and cockblock, but they don't make it far
Anything could be easy in your life, you just make it hard
I can't even sleep, I got drugs in my fuckin' heart
You can't even sleep, you got pain in your fuckin' heart
She can't even sleep, she got pain in her fuckin' heart
I just put a spread with a spread, I just made it more
Told you eighty-five for that seven, you gave me eighty-four
Where the fuck you reside? We gon' mail it, put shots in your door
I just smoke that 'za, I be geeked, I be fuckin' cookin'
I ain't never gon' get my regular life back, too many fuckin' bookings
I just put on black, I attack when you ain't even lookin'
Look inside the mirror, I jump back, I just seen a boogie
Niggas ain't even that, they just act, they be really rookies
Over here, your face card bad, your face card bad
Over here, my face card straight, my face card good
Nigga ain't help me run up no pape', but it's all good
Nigga got a name on his foot, it's his big homie
Nigga got a name on his foot, it's his big homie
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