Nettspend Ce
[Intro]
What? What? What?
Wait, yeah, yeah
f..ck, yeah
[Chorus]
f..ck the show, I don't wanna pull up 'cause my Gucci on, uh (Bee)
Bouncin' out with blackout in— it's blackout in my lungs (Bee-bee-bee)
Behind the scenes, they wanna be us and that shit f..ckin' sucks
My life changed for the better, but I'm always gon' hold you up
[Verse 1]
Took a dip, the f..ck? I got diamonds in my cup, uh
Pervert, I can't bust, five times for me, I woke up, uh
I'm in the woods, what the f..ck? Drag me through the mud, uh
Whores callin' me slut, I'm on Forbes, you can look me up, uh-huh
Nettspend got the bucks, views look good, I wanna pour up, uh (Let's go)
Post and delete, that's us
Unarchive somethin' 'cause you wan' f..ck
Momma's lookin' up, me and trio tryna go up
My fans in the trees, yeah, I told ce to stitch my jeans
I'm reppin' through the Creed, it's Baccarat, this ain't no Creed, uh
I'm playin' with the seed, if I'm Adam, then you Eve, uh
Apple in my eye, snake in my neck, it bit me, uh
I ain't tryna waste no time 'cause right now, this shit tricky, huh
[Bridge]
(Ride for me)
A lil' tricky, I love how you get me (Ride for me)
See me through misty (What)
Turn up, put in the disc, B (What, what, what, what, what, what)
Uh, mm, uh
[Chorus]
f..ck the show, I don't wanna pull up 'cause my Gucci on, uh
Bouncin' out with blackout in— it's blackout in my lungs
[Verse 2]
I'm goin' dumb, ho, yeah, my mic is f..cked up, up
I got gloves on when I whip the truck, though
Ain't seen you in months, how I'ma let you hit my blunt?
I beat the case and stunt, I got babies like a nun
She want me to put it on her tongue, but I might just be too drunk
I just f..cked a Catholic ho, I just nailed this f..ckin' nun
I just— I-I just— I just nailed this f..ckin' nun
I just finger f..ck the gun, ce slump up on the rug
Baby, rock, I'm havin' fun, she put her hands up when she suck
I dump back, trippin' on— yeah, yeah, yeah, Quagen in my cup
Up it, yeah, f..ck, and my wrist so f..cked up
U-up i-it, yeah, f..ck, and my wrist so f..cked up
Up it, yeah, f..ck, and my wrist so f..cked up
(Up it, yeah, f..ck, and my wrist so f..cked up)
[Chorus]
f..ck the show, I don't wanna pull up 'cause my Gucci on, uh
f..ck the show, I don't wanna pull up 'cause my Gucci on, uh
f..ck the show, I don't wanna pull up 'cause my Gucci on, uh
f..ck the show, I don't wanna pull up 'cause my Gucci on, uh
