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Yeah, and I got outlaw on my jacket, I wrap that bitch down in Vlone
 Tryna pick up for my side 'cause this shit gon' put me in a bad zone
 She said, "I curse you I wrote your name then I put that shit down in this thongs"
 I don't hate you, I'm simply confused
 And let me out bitch, tryna get right all my wrongs
 No more, tryna put down all my phones
 Leave me and nobody home
 Shawty gon' make me watch the throne
 And she bad, yeah, she bad to the bone
 Shawty gon' make me cash my own
 She tryna find my damn I see yeah lil' young
 And it made no sense, how you so damn grown?
 Can somebody get me out this home? (Yeah)
 I ain't buggin', I just need a loan
 I tried to call you but I just got the tone (what?)
 You not reliable, that shit was shown
 Where the chicken girl at I'm tryna bone (yeah)
 Yeah, I just said that shit off the dome
 Making these hits gon' put me on (what?)
 In the studio up all night (woah)
 I'm alright, yeah, a little, not quite (woah)
 Ain't no sin, I been getting deprived
 I don't know, man, I cannot decide (let's go)
 I'm in a very fast car, red light (skrrt)
 Losing memory high as a kite (skrrt-skrrt)
 So irrational, I wanna try
 Fuck your feelings and fuck your advice
 No more (yeah, yeah, woah)
 Dead inside
 Tryna shoot me, you missed me twice
 Hella opp shit gets me tight
 And I got outlaw on my jacket, I wrap that bitch down in Vlone (yeah)
 Tryna pair up with my whoadies, music shit finna put us on (let's go)
 I cannot wait, I'm ecstatic (what?)
 Made my mama cry, she so dramatic (woah)
 Tryna get it now I cannot panic
 Make it proper 'fore both of us vanish
 808's boomin', it's making me manage (yeah)
 I don't care telling me that I'm mannish
 I'ma just blame all that shit on my damage
 Girl, you tripping on God, yep, damn near outlandish
 And yeah, I'm summin' your knot like Slip
 Tryna match up my moods with my fit
 Rock the stage out, I feel like I'm Kiss
 Drummer on me, it's matching my Ricks, woah
 Okay, I'm choppin' that bitch like Slick (Slick)
 Shoutout Jake One, that nigga don't miss (Slick)
 Bought a dog, yeah, that nigga a pit
 Turn the girl man to a motherfucking lick, yo
 I got a show, leave my ass alone
 I been roaming around, I been 'round
 She finna blow me, she play the trombone (oh-oh, oh-oh)
 Yellow diamonds double C yeah lil' young
 I'ma dub when I get you alone
 Making these hits gon' put me on (let's go)
 Yeah, broski off the dope
 I'm in Zombie land, Emma Stone
 It went poof and then he gone
 And we got chopsticks, chopsticks, yeah girl, that ching-chong
 So what are these niggas here on?
 Ayy, bruh the king, I'm taking the throne
 I got bad habits, I'm taking it on
 Small world pays on
 Let's out, gettin' on
 Get bullies pay it on
 I fucked it up, no mistaking this song
 Bad man, bangs gone
 Too tight hang on
 I'ma take the chain home
 And I got outlaw on my jacket, I wrap that bitch down in Vlone
 Tryna pick up for my side 'cause this shit gon' put me in a bad zone
 She said, "I curse you I wrote your name then I put that shit down in this thong"
 I don't hate you, I'm simply confused
 I've been up, I been tryna get right all my wrongs
 No more, tryna put down all my phones
 Leave me and nobody home
 Shawty gon' make me watch the throne
 And she bad, yeah, she bad to the bone
 Shawty gon' make me cash my own
 She the first and these bitches is clones
 And it don't make no sense how you so damn grown (yeah)
 Broski off the dope
 When I comin' alone I show him
 No more, no more
 Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 

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Duration
03:20
Key
1
Tempo
144 BPM

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