(Ayy)
Act like we normal, uh
You ain't never knew me, uh
I smoke 'til my voice is gone, uh
I ain't never need you, no
I knew since I was young
I'd be falling down this road
Bi-bitches know my every move
How the fuck I go back home?
I just did a sold out tour, and they singing all my shit
U-uh, I was born with cheat codes, bitch, I summon Arceus
Uh, I'm throwing up, I'm drunk, I'm losing all my oxygen
Uh, wish I never pulled up, 'cause I know the consequence
Uh, and fuck yo' bitch ass lineup, I know there be cops in it
U-uh, I talk to God, tell Him put a stop to this
Uh, bitch, quit all that whining, I know you signed up for this
Uh, they want a fucking cookie, givin' me smoke, keep watchin' this
Act like we normal, uh
You ain't never knew me, uh
I smoke 'til my voice is gone, uh
I ain't never need you, no (Ayy)
I knew since I was young
I'd be falling down this road
Bi-bitches know my every move
How the fu—
Bi-bitches know my every move
How the fuck I go back home?
Bi-bitches know my every move
How the fuck I go back home?
Bi-bitches know my every move
How the fuck I go back home?
Bi-bitches know my every move
How the fuck I go back home?
Kick the door down
Ki-kick the door down
Creep— they creepin' up outside the back door
Make my skin crawl up, might just drop these niggas to the floor
I'ma real deal baller, I just put like fifty on the score
I kick doors, bring the chaos, I got bags full
Bitch, check the soles on my feet, god damn, I got tags, fool
Yeah, nigga wanna say something to the six god, I got mags full
Niggas jugg the swag, that shit end up dying, some damn fools
Dumb-dumb nigga tried to run up, make that boy take a U-turn
Schyeah, bully these lil' niggas for the fun of it, bitch, I'm going Buford
Pull out the big body U-Haul truck, my niggas real-deal movers
A-ARP need a cooler, ARP need a cooler
Bitch, I'm sippin' Actavis, it's goin' down
Yeah, shit, my boy rolled up the spliff, it's goin' down
Yeah, shit, I popped a perc, lil' boy, I'm up and down
Shit, take off my shirt, lil' boy, it's goin' down
'Kay, huh, I murdered the speakers, uh
I mur— I murdered the speakers, uh
I tatted my arm, like, the sleeve is up
She grabbin' my arm, she won't give it up
I was 2010 JB at nineteen, that shit got them boys livid, uh
I'm-I'm high as fuck, bitch, I need Visine
Smoke gas and I live it up
Act like we normal, uh
You ain't never knew me, uh
I smoke 'til my voice is gone, uh
I ain't never need you, no
I knew since I was young
I'd be falling down this road
Bi-bitches know my every move
How the fuck I go back home?
Bi-bitches know my every move
How the fuck I go back home?
Bi-bitches know my every move
How the fuck I go back home?
Bi-bitches know my every move
How the fuck I go back home?
Bi-bitches know my every move
How the fuck I go back home?
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