I'm feeling villainous, I couldn't afford them kicks I had one pair and I clean them rigorous Squeezed in junior, I feel like Vinicius Young G's stupid but they ain't idiots It's scary, trap insidious How you expect us to know how to love? You know? I can't teach no one how to hustle Some man just got it Back then I got chased by feds I ran out of breath and I wanted to vomit I hit that freak, she put me in cuffs It triggered my trauma, I tell her to stop it She wanna know if I'm really balling That girl there wanna weigh my wallet We ain't doing no rational getbacks Creep out clean when they least expect it Hygiene's poor, look at the floor There's insects crawling, I could've got sepsis Nasty, still tryna park on my stepsies Ran through enough of these famous girls But I still got some on my checklist Bare gunmen on my guest list I took bro bruh out the trenches Jump out the Volvo, jump out the Lexus Active, he ain't got no preference Slapped it, but with a retrospective I could've been calm and collected Avoided the problem and freed the scene Too vocal, don't need no beat I go old school like a Vsu jeans Used up with the cargoes and courtesies The backpoke out and the waist petite Got flown out all the way to Greece She got great physique 2am, I'm calling Clint like, yo Who's that girl in the vest? I'll send a delivery text I know that it's wrong, it is what it is Bro ski locked, I'm visiting him Brought eaters to the prison for him Vision for him and it's bigger than him Disrespect him, sizzling him That girl look like scissor to me How you upset that I cut you off When you basically handed the scissors to me? Two men step diligently Watch my back vigilantly My young boy do men differently She wanna show them girls she know me Call my government name I never tucked my shirt in school So why would I grow up and tuck my chain? Hide my face like *** the fame Trust indifferent but love's the same I don't trust anyone lately This lifestyle sending me crazy Who's to say that they'll never betray me? Rusty one from the 1980s But a new plate, a millennium baby She deserve a standing ovation The way that she got on her knees and ate me Two hands, Lord Jesus, save me We all know the industry's fake The streets fake as well Stand up for my rights like Santan Dave Them man stand up like Dave Chappelle You can lock the lock but the trap don't stop Half of the block get paid in jail That was a risky text before Now it's no danger, I'm on a major scale That was a risky text before If I send that now, there ain't no danger The way that the light bounce off of these GIAs Make gal like stranger Got love for all of the young G's Booking a flight and I'm headed to Asia Four and a baby going away Times are hard, I slept in a manger Give her the Trojan, give her the Trojan horse I feel like Troy Had a revolver decomposing Hidden the woods, I feel like Roy She give me a wine blood brush to my genital Who's lucky for me, she can fill my Is it right? Won't say that it is Shame that it is and it is what it is Aye Dave, I don't even wanna release I don't wanna be mentioned in the same Sentence as none of these creeps I don't wanna come to your session I don't wanna jump on none of your beats We could talk about direct debit My monthly payment, a hundred G's Taxman on me, I keep receipts My biggest pay gun's HMRC Bro got it in Masjid He got a mad ting under his kameez Bad one watching her calories Long ting cos I wanna go out to eat Hella petite like Bella Hadid So I handle it delicately She kinda surprised I got eloquent speech I got a ting from DC Harley Quinn Feel like the Joker Back then I had my nank in Dallas Texas Hold'em, me and my poker Antisocial, I'm a loner He got done up in mid-November And didn't recover till late October You need more than sling on the shoulder Young black Brit in Italian kit I feel like Tammy and Roma I had the range with the extra seat So I squeezed that bitch in the back of the Rover Cliffs of Dover, white on C Who's that there on the C2C? She want a man with decent P And her ex is a fat Tomisha B Let's not talk about making a mill This year I average one in a month Had a vision of running it up And it's working well like rum and a punch In D.O.T. I ain't come for a brunch Who's that brown and sat in a passy? I had plans of a cash and carry My legs were dry and my elbows ashy