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[Chorus]
What the f*ck? (Ginseng)
Baby, what you even need from me? (Forever)
I gotta blow, got my nose runnin'
No, I don't know when the hoes comin'
Look in the back, it's a whole hundred
Pretty pretti, know I love the money
Swear these n*ggas act so funny
I'm a hot topic whether if you like it or not, I'ma grow from it
Got nothin' to do it with all the sudden?
Gas pack got my phone jumpin'
You never thought that she'd do you like that even though your ho ugly?
n*gga, you ain't know your ho f*cked me?
And a n*gga mad so we had to jump 'em
Honestly, how I feel, f*ck 'em

[Verse 1]
f*ck everybody in the scene
Do the dirty work, Mr. Clean
I can probably move a mountain off a bean
Like to get high, smoke weed
Plug, pull up, need more, please
Good 'za put you right to sleep
Catch more Z's and more E
Baby, you don't look real to me, is you the girl of my dreams?
You doin' sh*t I've never seen
I live the lifestyle that I can't redeem
I put the M-E in team
Really do it all, bet you never peeped
She got a call last week, you don’t even benefit me, you a leech
[Chorus]
What the f*ck?
Baby, what you even need from me?
I gotta blow, got my nose runnin'
No, I don't know when the hoes comin'
Look in the back, it's a whole hundred
Pretty pretti, know I love the money
Swear these n*ggas act so funny
I'm a hot topic whether if you like it or not, I'ma grow from it
Got nothin' to do it with all the sudden?
Gas pack got my phone jumpin'
You never thought that she'd do you like that even though your ho ugly?
n*gga, you ain't know your ho f*cked me?
And a n*gga mad so we had to jump 'em
Honestly, how I feel, f*ck 'em

[Verse 2]
f*ck all of these n*ggas that doubted
It's a couple hoes on my phone that wasn’t tryna f*ck 'til I got clouted
Show them how to ball, yeah, I'm puttin' in more work, young n*gga just move around it
Don't even come outside, young n*gga, we got the whole crib surrounded
Huh, huh, won't change up, no, n*gga
All I ask is to trust my vision
Money talk and my bank account listen
When I put it in her ass, good di*kin'
f*ck pretti, I know you not Christian
Balmain for the jean, New Edition
All the lame sh*t, I can't kick it
I don't even know how y'all f*ck with these n*ggas
[Chorus]
What the f*ck?
Baby, what you even need from me?
I gotta blow, got my nose runnin'
No, I don't know when the hoes comin'
Look in the back, it's a whole hundred
Pretty pretti, know I love the money
Swear these n*ggas act so funny
I'm a hot topic whether if you like it or not, I'ma grow from it
Got nothin' to do it with all the sudden?
Gas pack got my phone jumpin'
You never thought that she'd do you like that even though your ho ugly?
n*gga, you ain't know your ho f*cked me?
And a n*gga mad so we had to jump 'em
Honestly, how I feel, f*ck 'em

[Outro]
Honestly, how I feel, f*ck 'em