| London, Paris, Amsterdam, yeah, I’m overseas |
| She gon' suck my soul out me, yeah, she on her knees |
| Inhale, exhale, yeah, breathe |
| Twelve asked me, «What's that smell? «, yeah, weed |
| I ain’t leavin' no paper trail, yeah, this shit free |
| Overlap them niggas, hell yeah, I’m in the lead |
| You ain’t act like me, you don’t bleed what I bleed |
| Put the blick down, I’ll beat your ass just like Creed |
| She don’t know nothin' 'bout me, I’m 'bout to turn her to a freak |
| My dick cannot quit, I’m 'bout to fuck this bitch to sleep |
| I’m the reason you got double B on your feet |
| I ain’t gotta ask for shit, I’m good, I’m Gucci, yeah, I’m double G |
| I wish I could go back in time to tell myself yo' neck gon' freeze |
| I wish I could go back in time to tell myself don’t change a thing |
| I wish I could go back in time to meet you right before I did |
| I wish I could go back in time to tell myself you gon' be rich |
| When I’m in Miami, I feel like LeBron, number six |
| Every day I wake up, I’m feelin' myself like D and Nick |
| I just bit her, yeah, I just bit her, I gave her a hit |
| I take her shoppin' out of town, but that’s my girl so I ain’t trick |
| I’m in London, I just left Paris in some Frenches |
| That boy repeat every thing he hear like a parrot, he a bitch |
| The last bitch I broke up with slit her wrists |
| I’m trollin', I just treat her like she no longer exist |
| London, Paris, Amsterdam, yeah, I’m overseas |
| She gon' suck my soul out me, yeah, she on her knees |
| Inhale, exhale, yeah, breathe |
| Twelve asked me, «What's that smell? «, yeah, weed |
| I ain’t leavin' no paper trail, yeah, this shit free |
| Overlap them niggas, hell yeah, I’m in the lead |
| You ain’t act like me, you don’t bleed what I bleed |
| Put the blick down, I’ll beat your ass just like Creed |