Disloyal ​reefuh

[Intro]
(You like that kind of thing?)
Hundred-inch rims on a Brabus, bitch
Hundred-inch rims on a— huh, Brabus

[Verse 1]
Actavis, show me somethin'
Xanax, Xanax, I don't know nobody (Novocaine)
If you say you love me, I'ma run with it
Bottle Pop, have some fun with it, uh
Runnin' back like she ain't tell me she was done with it
Bitch had turned me off actin' like I'm not the one with it

[Chorus]
Hundred-inch rims on a Brabus, bitch
Why the pretty women wanna acid trip?
In Los Angeles, was on some fashion shit
Opportunities arose and I attacked that, bitch
I could wear whatever the fuck I want
I'ma keep bein' who the fuck I am
Lot of backstabs, so I trust no one
Try to make do with what the fuck I can, uh

[Verse 2]
I was young and dumb when I poppеd those pills
Bitch, please, you should know thеy gettin' popped again
Busy doin' way too much, I'm tryna cop a thrill
I get caught inside the mirror, wanna rush that man
Out of breath 'cause the drank let the walls close in
It's getting hard for me to think 'cause I'on got no plan
Bitch, I got only the family in a four-door sedan
Last thing I wanna do is go back where it began
Because I never have done the things I never have did
Words cut so deep, I felt the punch in my ribs
Spent love on me if it was all you could give
Drugs got a hold, could barely breathe in this bitch
I'm talkin' 'bout—, uh, I'm talkin' 'bout money on a counter
I'm talkin' 'bout racks gettin' spread
Ho tryna fuck me for a payment, tell the bitch I'd rather be dead
This ho be goin' tunnel vision, don't even know what the hell I said
I got gumbo in my pocket, sittin' on a stack of bread