| Fuck |
| Lil' dirty ass bitch, ayy |
| Yo shit is over with |
| How you back on that Hen' dawg? |
| In the stu' with a ten ball, bitch |
| Why you introduce me to your friend, bae? Know I ain’t shit |
| Now I want both of y’all hoes, I can’t pick |
| Since I said «Fuck love» life been great since |
| I’m a Bebe, no Hurricane Chris |
| Tolerate no disrespect, you know we can’t blitz |
| Mama invited me to church, you know I came sticked |
| I don’t want to dance lil' tired, stank bitch |
| Tipped the waitress fifteen hundred, «Have a great day, miss» |
| Naw, this ain’t my car, but it’s a full paid trip |
| On Delta, flyin' with that bag, like I’m Saint Nick |
| You are just like the rest, you knew it |
| Bitch had one fuckin' job and she blew it |
| It’s about five, six Glocks in my crew in |
| Roll the windows down, wave my arms like I pooted |
| These hoes talk too fuckin' much, give me a deaf bitch |
| I cannot take you serious, you can’t follow directions |
| Get it? Siri? Cut her off, she eerie |
| Free money, dump her in the pen, Mark Henry |
| I can’t underestimate these niggas 'cause they fear me |
| Bitch I feel like Drake, courtside with Amiris |
| Yo bitch’ll sell her soul for a Miami vacation |
| Don’t make us hit that home, your grandpa 'nem stay in |
| Bitch I just want some dome, ho, why the fuck you shavin'? |
| Came a long way from that wick like I’m Haitian |
| Came a long way from ridin' sticks in the basement |
| All these niggas bitin' my shit, goodness gracious |
| You know I can’t fall for them tricks, no more Satan |
| I done got too smart for this shit, now I’m patient |
| Told me from the start you’ll switch and you aced it |
| I snuck in the bar with that stick, misbehavin' |
| Niggas actin' hard in this bitch, I’m just sayin' |
| At the park with my kid, it’s hangin' |
| Give you one up top, yeah, ayy |
| It’s a cruel world |
| Can’t get peace nowhere, ayy |
| But with you, girl |
| Gotta keep the biscuit on me |
| Like my shoes curled |
| I’m finally livin' my dreams |
| With Juice WRLD |
| Gotta keep one up top |
| It’s a cruel world |
| Can’t get peace nowhere |
| But with you, girl |
| Gotta keep the biscuit on me |
| Like my shoes curled |
| I’m finally livin' my dreams |
| With Juice WRLD |