I ain't trying to be your friend ain't trying to be your boo Forgot to tell you bring your friend cause she can get it too Don't be stingy, crispy white tee stepping out and I ain't dingy nigga I'm in your city nigga And i'm not stepping on a stage if we ain't toting fire I'm pulling hair i'm in her ear you know i'm telling lies She told her nigga that it's over bout a thousand times Couldn't be me cause I be making these hoes fall in line Ain't got no sneaky links cause I ain't sneaking And I'm smoking THC no TLC cause I ain't creeping I ain't holding shit back anything I say I mean it I'm a money addict palm itching nigga I be scheming You don't love me bitch you lying now you fucking up the meaning Young Stunna I be fly I get hot and get to steaming Broski pour another line off the wock it got me leaning All the pressure I'm applying Designer gear and fast cars we tinted up and speeding Beat up the streets we burning rubber We fucking up the cement Stomp the pedal dash Hear the tires screeching Fuck yo car this music make you think you in a fucking demon Taking off, all that hating shake it off Thats your shorty she with me, ain't have to tell her take it off Certified and i'm stamped I ain't gotta fake at all Came for everything I want, yea I'm known to take it all She than found out I got motion now she wanna see what's up wit me Couldn't wife a bop but luckily I let her suck on me If I don't fuck wit her she fuck with niggas who can't fuck wit me Fast living, knowing they be watching can't keep up wit me State to state I hit the bank before I hit the road I need it gone I hit up shh You know he get it sold Got a problem fucking hoes I'll probably make your daughter fold And if a hothead play with gang they might just leave his body cold And all that indirect shit it's gone get addressed They can't keep up they trying they best I know they pressed You say you solid we gone put that to a test I put it down now she obsessed who would've guessed