You're on the phone
With your girlfriend,
She's upset
She's going off about
Something that
You said (Yeah)
'Cause she doesn't
Get your humor
Like I do
I know
It could be worse
I'm fuckin', I'm makin'
Her hurt
She said that she wanted a
Purse, yeah
She know that I'm making
It worse
(Yeah, yeah)
These bitches know that I'm
A flirt
I'm in the field, in
The hearse
In the gang, gotta wait
Your turn
Learn fast 'cause you could
Get hurt
Bitch bad, she a
Taylor Swift fan
Free bands like the
Taliban
Free guns, Afghanistan
Not no fucking
Middleman
I said fuck a pitch
And plan
Got a bad bitch in
Sudan
Got free bands like the
Taliban
(See that I'm the one
Who understands
You)
You gotta play your role
I like Christian and
Dior
If you want some smoke, let's
Go
Since a youngin, I
Kept a roll
Fuck a Tesla, want a
Ghost
Shout out my sleazes and
Shout out my Ghosts
I'm in New York with that roll
I'm in Cleveland with that roll
In your city with your hoe
Gotta keep you some
Lil' hoes
You know bitches
Pick and roll
Pick and roll
You know bitches
Pick and roll
In this life
You do the most
I swear my bitch, she
Do the most
Do a drill and
Then get Ghost
You know that we
Toting poles
Fuck up, bitch, leave
Me alone
I fuck a bitch
Then get along
I'm moonwalkin'
All alone
I'm sendin' hits
Straight from my
Phone
I send a blitz while
I'm at home
I seen the opp
Turn to a ghost
I seen a opp turn to a ghost
Yeah, you know
I want some
More
Yeah, she want Chanel
Of course
I put my car straight into
Sport
I'm playin' like the
Story mode
My house, it got a
Secret code
The car got frog eyes
Like a toad
Like a toad
The car got frog eyes
Like a toad
In LA riding
Fishbowl
I swear I'm in love
With my stove
Make sure that
I keep a roll
They sure that
I sold my soul
But I'm taking bitches'
Souls
You're on the phone
With your girlfriend,
She's upset
She's going off about
Something that
You said
'Cause she doesn't
Get your humor
Like I do