(Reed, run it back)
Fuckin’ ’round with you, I don’t wanna be loved, you got me feelin’ a way
Mm, yeah
Pray for me, mama
Listen, I don’t wanna hurt anybody, my bitch is a brat, had to Birkin her body
I don’t need a bodyguard, only got bodyguards with me ’cause I don’t want bro catchin’ bodies
I’m in the A and I still got the pocket rocket on me, niggas be slow with the traffic
If Nun got it on him, you know he gon’ pop it, Dubai got it on him, you know he gon’ pop it
And black tips, blue tips, R.I.P.s, even .308s in the chopper
Lot of niggas hate on me in these streets, please just pray for me, mama
Me, V12, and Montana was runnin’ the streets and we ain’t believe in the karma
I wouldn’t be tuckin’ the grip in the car tires if the fuckin’ police wasn’t on us
And I’m unbreakable, nothin’ but glass on my wrist, turn into Split when I wanna
Turn to a beast when I wanna, turn to a beast, turn to a beast if I wanna
You don’t wanna be Alpo, you don’t wanna be Guapo in these streets, you don’t wanna
Gotta be fly as hell, man, free YSL and don’t go talk about shit you seen
Free that boy Slime out the cell, brodie be movin’ like Jimmy and I’m like Sheen
It’s so hard to tell, the nigga that might just sell might be in your team
Like Vince Carter, yeah, I’ve been ballin’ so damn long, yeah
Shows in Toronto, all my bros gettin’ booed at parties, yeah
Smokin’, drinkin’ like it’s no tomorrow
Floatin’, lookin’ out, I need to ride the boat
Off the— I’ve been off the— look
Off the— I’ve been off the— mm
I’ve been a couple of days, I’ve been workin’ so hard and I told her I feel like a zombie
If I take your soul and then you take my soul away, baby, then fuck it, we both Illuminati
And my heart was broke when I met you, manipulative ways, you was just tryna line me
And I was so broke when I met you, in Nike Techer days, got ’em off of the swipes
Niggas ain’t never outside and you know that my revenue always be pilin’ (Pilin’)
I just might be fuckin’ they bitch, so whatever they be say don’t be havin’ me bothered (Bothered)
I like when she stand on her feet, when she ride it and drop it like Megan Thee Stallion
Cameras on me, I got money on me and my hoodie on, that’s how you know I’m on timin’
The fuck I look like havin’ smoke with a rapper? I told you you niggas is nothin’ but actors
Black-matted the whip and I bust down the Patek, your bitch is a groupie, I got her on camera
Just know that we never be lackin’, even though my mama told me, “Don’t you never say never”
Whoever said the money can’t buy a nigga no happiness lied, I feel better than ever
Fuckin’ ’round with you, I don’t wanna be loved, you got me feelin’ a way
Take another pole ’cause I’m prayin’ to God that the devil don’t take me away
I wasn’t that fly in school, mama love, it only gave me like five dollars a week
Don’t push me, I ain’t no killer, but, my nigga, stay away ’cause
Listen, I don’t wanna hurt anybody, my bitch is a brat, had to Birkin her body
I don’t need a bodyguard, only got bodyguards with me ’cause I don’t want bro catchin’ bodies (Woo)
I’m in the A and I still got the pocket rocket on me, niggas be slow with the traffic
If Nun got it on him, you know he gon’ pop it, Dubai got it on him, you know he gon’ pop it
And black tips, blue tips, R.I.P.s, even .308s in the chopper
Lot of niggas hate on me in these streets, please just pray for me, mama
Me, V12, and Montana was runnin’ the streets and we ain’t believe in the karma
I wouldn’t be tuckin’ the grip in the car tires if the fuckin’ police wasn’t on us
Nothin’ but glass on my—
Turn to a beast when I wanna
Turn to a beast, turn to a beast if I wanna
You don’t wanna be Guapo in these streets, you don’t wanna
