Back, back
50 feet
If you want the smoke
Yeah, it's on me
Yeah, it's on me
Yeah, it's on me
2 A.M
On the I-10 is lonely
Yeah, it's lonely
Uhm, uh
Gotta give you something you can feel
Mmhmm
Gotta give you something that was real
Mmhmm
This that cloth walk
This that God talk
(Now we back on your head, playboy)
And we back from the dead
And we back on your necks (aye)
Sending shots to your head
Red dots on your head (alright)
Ain't no love in the air
Why you wasting a prayer (woo!)
It was bad
Now it's worse
Man, skip the hearse
6 Feet
If you want the smoke
Yeah, it's on me
Yeah, it's on me
Yeah, it's on me
2 A.M.
On the I-10 is lonely
Yeah, it's lonely
Uhm, uh
Gotta give you something you can feel
Mmhmm
Gotta give you something that was real
Mmhmm
This that cloth walk
This that God talk
Trap phone
Mikey
Wifey is built like a real life
Kylie
Haters put my news in the news just to
Spite me
See 'em out in public and they tryna get
Smiley
Check 'em like Nike
Mouth full of
Gold
She know how I like it
White paint on her
Toes
If it's AERT CLUB
You know anything
Goes
Fresher than a mannequin
Posin' on
Vogue
Back up, back up, back up, uh uh
Please don't dap me down
I ain't alright with you
Yeah, I'm super bougie
Yeah, I'm super snooty
All this money in the Jeep
Looking like Brinx
And my homie tryna see if I done sold out
Psh, what you think?
All this drip on me
I look like the kitchen sink
Nothing but they gold chains
Every time we link up
Still masked up in the place
So I
(Take her Gucci bag
And her North Face off her face)
