Okay bro
So what happened is, like
My voice is like gone, so i can't really speak normally
But i decided to make music regardless cause
I don't know
Ha, count a check, boutta make it back
Bitch I'm smoking on this gas and I can't feel my lap
Aye, pull up in a Uber, whip is all black
Aye, and I got your info, written on a Mac
These niggas plotting on my end
You're not my friend, bitch you're a fan
I'm trying my best, the best I can
No one wants to hear you rant
And if I'm keeping it a buck
Actually, I can't say that shit
I'll do it, don't give a fuck
You don't like me? Kill me then
You don't like me, kill me then
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm on my boss shit, no business tie
And if you do this shit, you can't be scared to die
That nigga nervous cause I caught him in a lie
Choppa hit him in his eye
I'm a rich bitch, I buy what I desire
All these pussy niggas, I know they admire
Don't do the wrong thing, you might just lose your life
After twelve, you know them demons come to life
I'ma get my bag, I'ma get my check
I took his bitch, now that nigga upset
I count my blues like I sing the alphabet
Don't know what the fuck rhymes with the alphabet
Ha, count a check, boutta make it back
Bitch I'm smoking on this gas and I can't feel my lap
Aye, pull up in a Uber, whip is all black
Aye, and i got your info, written on a Mac
These niggas plotting on my end
You're not my friend, bitch you're a fan
I'm trying my best, the best I can
No one wants to hear you rant
And if I'm keeping it a buck
Actually, I can't say that shit
I'll do it, don't give a fuck
You don't like me? Kill me then