[Intro]
S.Prod on the beat
[Verse]
Wait hol up im finna turn this b*tch up aye
1Take Jay why all these n*ggas wanna
Be him? jumped out the bed just to jump
In yo b*tch dm
He a as*h*le why all these b*tches wanna
Freak him? cause he be poppin it and every
b*tch he f*ck believe him
b*tches in they feelings talking bout they
Wanna bleed him
Who is 1 Take?, b*tch you probably wanna
Meet then, naked pics of your b*tch
Lemme me delete them and shoutout
Baby stupid (oh yeah) bop free him
Jumped out the bed just to jump in to b*tch dm
Jump man we brought the Glock-23 in
If she ain’t tryna throw no pus*y then im
Leaving, Her n*gga broke, why would the f*ck I wanna be him?
Big bank, Christian Louboutins, I'm finna bleed them
Squabble up, sock him in his sh*t I'm finna bleed him
He broke you f*cking with a bum, baby leave him
My b*tch sendin' them long ass texts, I don't read them
Bop bop, wig on a pig bring the cheese in
I don't smoke but baby I'm the plug, bring the weed in
Hi Tech, like I'm tryna get a kiss, I'm finna lean in
I'm not a P, you actin' like a ho so bring a fee in
Please name a bad b*tch that wasn't in my DM
Call me John Cena 'cause these n*ggas couldn't see him
Please name a bag that I wasn't tryna be in
I'm checkin' chicken f*ck these b*tches, f*ck 'em then I free 'em
Maxin' out the rentals, it's tints on the window
Gold in my dental while my b*tch pop Skittles
'98 Arco, I gas instrumentals
I'm the only stray dog that they let out the kennel
I call these n*ggas pus*y 'cause they too sentimental
She talkin' 'bout, You miss me sh*t I guess, just a little
How the f*ck you finna leave me? I'm your kid's favorite hero
Free Drakeo, it's big bank uchies, it's not a little
Cashin' out like I'm really rich, I really do that
I only need a band for the feature, I'm running through that
It's hard to comprehend but my fit cost two stacks
I had a couple bands, but like a shooter, b*tch I blew that
All my ex-b*tches was hoes, I got some new racks
Tax season, Dr. Miami, she got a new ass
Picasso, my kids on her skin, she got new tats
I f*cked her last night, seen her this morning, said who that
Bop, b*tch I still can't take an L in a Lexus
And b*tch I still chose up on your best friend
You still ain't make the right move, you gettin' left b*tch
Shout out the plug, b*tch I'm plugged in with my Mexicans
Class is in session, get a bag the first lesson
They tryna figure out am I a bully or a blessing
On the bible, send a tray around, I need my collection
Now they tryna figure out am I the deacon or the reverend
You hear me