THIS, THAT lyrics

I dont even drink wok
But sh*t i might sip sum
Put that sh*t in ma system
This sh*t better not kill sum
When i shoot at the big opps
I hope that i hit sum
Nd the gang might flick sum
So i put a good fit on
And im wearing all black now
But this sh*t not no rick owen
Yk i put that sh*t on
Miami so sick yah
All dis za got me sick yah
Do ma dance when i geek bruh
Do ma dance when i gonk up
Ooh ya hit that b*tch yuh
.556 leave him limp yuh
Idc juug his sh*t yuh
Ay, ay
Idc juug his sh*t yuh
Flip his sh*t like a wrestler
No hands on the tesla
My old betty text me
I think she know now she messed up
Freh, freh
That, or she just miss me
She like miami
Lately the plug tryna tax me
sh*t, nat me
I cannot fw a gnat
My b*tch a lame, she usin me for the sack
Nah
I f*ck her then send her back
Yeah
Pull up on you with the gat
That fah
New betty thought she was her
She not
Because-
I thought it was love i thought it was this that
Now i feel so dumb, our feelings mixed match
I thought it was love i thought it was this that
Now i feel so dumb, our feelings mixed match
You pulled up to f*ck, dont know why we did that
Getting rid of all the kodak moments that we had
We so toxic but you still the best i've ever had
sh*t ain't even beautiful that sh*t is sad

I dont even drink wok
But sh*t i might sip sum
Put that sh*t in ma system
This sh*t better not kill sum
When i shoot at the big opps
I hope that i hit sum
Nd the gang might flick sum
So i put a good fit on
And im wearing all black now
But this sh*t not no rick owen
Yk i put that sh*t on
Miami so sick yah
All dis za got me sick yah
Do ma dance when i geek bruh