All I hear Is laughin, I ain't tell a motherfuckin joke Bitch I feel like tyler, you know golf is in the studio Ridin all around, takin pics with all these groupie hoes Hit em wyldstyle, you know i master what they cannot know Always like a darth misfit i kick em in and use in the force Had to hustle for my place and had to hustle for the low Double drank up in my cup I text that a boy a yoo Party up at my place, it's a party it's a party Ohhhhhhhh When you call me up I'm askin do you hear me son Treat you like my kid My style is the only one But you never know My enemies are shootin tweets I do my own thing And now you wanna shoot me It was only a dream Won't you bring me somebody Just reach out and judge me Yeah I got a new bag, had to put it on and bring it home Cut off all my old hoes, all they wanna do is bag-n-bone Yeah i love my life n shit, i'd never trade it for no old Blowing up my dms with yo mid head and yo broken phone Who the fuck you talkin to, you think this this is my only show Nah bitch, nah, nah bitch, nah Money up my racks They callin me a founding father I dance up on the stage They treatin me with dollars dollars Throw it at my swag And gettin me a gucci collar Baby, hit me up They sayin' I'm a primadonna T'll never let it go The times are never gettin harder Please don't call me up If all yo dreams are getting smaller