You left for me dead, baby, tell me why, don't care to text me check on me make sure I'm still alive
Yeah, I heard you got a man, that made me cry, I don't even need to know him yet, I know I hate that guy
You left me for dead, baby, tell me why, you don't care to check, see if I'm still alive
Heard you got a man, and that made me cry, I don't even know him yet, I know I hate that guy
In the Maybach van pissing standing up, crushing heavy Xans in a sippy cup
I say yes to drugs, have your bitch be up, rich off Cardi B, "Bodak Yellow," Bently truck
Bitch can't get me up, ho let me see my car, look like you beating a pot, me and you Kodak bop
Turnt like Mardi Gras, smoking Molly rocks, you can have my heart, baby, 'cause I still got my Glock
Make my gat go bang, I'm getting Kurt Cobain, boy, you bold as hell, LOL, that's your man
Burn the bitch, I'm a magnet, I'm cutthroat, nigga, ask Yak
I like more bitches in here than nigga, the ratio gotta be that
Can't front on the kid, we walk in the back, can have what you want, only ask
You're tripping, relax, the code got crest
We now X-Men, bad bitch, she a yes man, not with a pedestrian
In the course of that Lambo' fog
Put ten in the bed, and there's stars, heard the pussy wet, I'm paused
Trap nigga like Reese Chris Rallo, my city worse than Chicago
That shit for you, baby, I tell her pick it up, she can peep you ain't the one for real, the jig is up
This bitch preserve my youth, misconception in the room
Girls really want the truth, soon as you tell, you'll be living proof never tell a bitch shit
Fuck 'em, keep 'em out the mix, hoes jumping dick to dick
Nigga jumping click to click, man this shit got me sick
They throwing shit up at the wall, they try to see if it stick
Eating out records, I go get the bag and make it quick
PTSD, I almost killed a fan, he wanted to take a pic
Already worth a hundred, just ain't receive my payment yet
Yeah, yeah, pissing standing up in the back of the Maybach van
Say you gon' ride or die, but you ain't ride, so you better be dead
I'm a vulture, nigga, I know how to fly, you already know how I land
Hold up, one more again
Yeah, pissing standing up in the back of the Maybach van
Say you gon' ride or die, but you ain't ride, so you better be dead
You left for me dead, baby, tell me why, don't care to text me check on me make sure I'm still alive
Yeah, I heard you got a man, that made me cry, I don't even need to know him yet, I know I hate that guy
You left me for dead, baby, tell me why, you don't care to check, see if I'm still alive
Heard you got a man, and that made me cry, I don't even know him yet, I know I hate that guy
In the Maybach van pissing standing up, crushing heavy Xans in a sippy cup
I say yes to drugs, have your bitch be up, rich off Cardi B, "Bodak Yellow," Bently truck
Bitch can't get me up, ho let me see my car, look like you beating a pot, me and you Kodak bop
Turnt like Mardi Gras, smoking Molly rocks, you can have my heart, baby, 'cause I still got my Glock
Make my gat go bang, I'm getting Kurt Cobain, boy, you bold as hell, LOL, that's your man
Burn the bitch, I'm a magnet, I'm cutthroat, nigga, ask Yak
I like more bitches in here than nigga, the ratio gotta be that
Can't front on the kid, we walk in the back, can have what you want, only ask
You're tripping, relax, the code got crest
We now X-Men, bad bitch, she a yes man, not with a pedestrian
In the course of that Lambo' fog
Put ten in the bed, and there's stars, heard the pussy wet, I'm paused
Trap nigga like Reese Chris Rallo, my city worse than Chicago
That shit for you, baby, I tell her pick it up, she can peep you ain't the one for real, the jig is up
This bitch preserve my youth, misconception in the room
Girls really want the truth, soon as you tell, you'll be living proof never tell a bitch shit
Fuck 'em, keep 'em out the mix, hoes jumping dick to dick
Nigga jumping click to click, man this shit got me sick
They throwing shit up at the wall, they try to see if it stick
Eating out records, I go get the bag and make it quick
PTSD, I almost killed a fan, he wanted to take a pic
Already worth a hundred, just ain't receive my payment yet
Yeah, yeah, pissing standing up in the back of the Maybach van
Say you gon' ride or die, but you ain't ride, so you better be dead
I'm a vulture, nigga, I know how to fly, you already know how I land
Hold up, one more again
Yeah, pissing standing up in the back of the Maybach van
Say you gon' ride or die, but you ain't ride, so you better be dead
You left for me dead, baby, tell me why, don't care to text me check on me make sure I'm still alive
Yeah, I heard you got a man, that made me cry, I don't even need to know him yet, I know I hate that guy
You left me for dead, baby, tell me why, you don't care to check, see if I'm still alive
Heard you got a man, and that made me cry, I don't even know him yet, I know I hate that guy
In the Maybach van pissing standing up, crushing heavy Xans in a sippy cup
I say yes to drugs, have your bitch be up, rich off Cardi B, "Bodak Yellow," Bently truck
Bitch can't get me up, ho let me see my car, look like you beating a pot, me and you Kodak bop
Turnt like Mardi Gras, smoking Molly rocks, you can have my heart, baby, 'cause I still got my Glock
Make my gat go bang, I'm getting Kurt Cobain, boy, you bold as hell, LOL, that's your man
Burn the bitch, I'm a magnet, I'm cutthroat, nigga, ask Yak
I like more bitches in here than nigga, the ratio gotta be that
Can't front on the kid, we walk in the back, can have what you want, only ask
You're tripping, relax, the code got crest
We now X-Men, bad bitch, she a yes man, not with a pedestrian
In the course of that Lambo' fog
Put ten in the bed, and there's stars, heard the pussy wet, I'm paused
Trap nigga like Reese Chris Rallo, my city worse than Chicago
That shit for you, baby, I tell her pick it up, she can peep you ain't the one for real, the jig is up
This bitch preserve my youth, misconception in the room
Girls really want the truth, soon as you tell, you'll be living proof never tell a bitch shit
Fuck 'em, keep 'em out the mix, hoes jumping dick to dick
Nigga jumping click to click, man this shit got me sick
They throwing shit up at the wall, they try to see if it stick
Eating out records, I go get the bag and make it quick
PTSD, I almost killed a fan, he wanted to take a pic
Already worth a hundred, just ain't receive my payment yet
Yeah, yeah, pissing standing up in the back of the Maybach van
Say you gon' ride or die, but you ain't ride, so you better be dead
I'm a vulture, nigga, I know how to fly, you already know how I land
Hold up, one more again
Yeah, pissing standing up in the back of the Maybach van
Say you gon' ride or die, but you ain't ride, so you better be dead