[Intro]
Yo, yeah
Straight like that, long like that, n***a
f** the horse that you rode in on cause we floated in
[Hook]
Aye, f**ing with me she gonna have some
sh** that she never had before
f**in' with you she was catching the bus and her bands are low
I text her phone and I told her “we out”
And she grabbed her coat (Come on little hoe)
You see the way that she act around me
And you're mad, I know, I know
[Verse 1]
Girl is addicted to me, my name on her phone is “The Lean”
Buying her sh** like I'm trappin' but truthfully, money is clean
She don't f** with you no more
She's seeing the way that you roll
Three hundred that's spent on a belt
But your a** still walk to the store
Fortunately I cannot relate, I mention you then she sour face
The top of the game is just our place
Your words stuck in bottom like southern states
Somewhere, robbed one over where my brother stay
I cannot explain tears on my cousin's face
Dodging the feds, man, I know there's another way
Could finesse you but yeah, that's the trouble way
[Interlude]
That's the trouble way
Yeah, that's the trouble way
That's the trouble way
Jumping and dodging the feds
I know there's another way
I could finesse you out of all of your bags
But that's that's the trouble way
That's the trouble way
I guess that's the trouble way
I guess that's the trouble way
[Hook]
Aye, f**ing with me she gonna have some
sh** that she never had before
f**in' with you she was catching the bus and her bands are low
I text her phone and I told her “we out”
And she grabbed her coat (Come on little hoe)
You see the way that she act around me
And you're mad, I know, I know
Aye, f**ing with me she gonna have some
sh** that she never had before
f**in' with you she was catching the bus and her bands are low
I text her phone and I told her “we out”
And she grabbed her coat (Come on little hoe)
You see the way that she act around me
And you're mad, I know, I know
[Verse 2]
Truthfully I got kicked out of school for my truancy
At my funeral, people don't eulogy
Just throw bands in the air to a Future beat
Aye, f** up some commas
I got dirty sprite and dirty logic
Got two molly services behind me
Bring the UZI out and DJ Drama
Word to my momma
Going broke is not an option
Told my pop I'm not a doctor
I'm way too high for me to spot you
n***as out here is just out here jocking my sh**
And they running away with it
I call up [?] my shooters to spot your medulla
Put holes ‘til your brain splitting
No, sir, not okay with it
I look at my swag and you're gay with it
I'm looking for money, you're looking for fame
When your done we can change n***a
No, sir, not okay with it
You check my swag and you went gay with it
I'm looking for money, you're looking for fame
Any day we can change
[Hook]
Aye, f**ing with me she gonna have some
sh** that she never had before
f**in' with you she was catching the bus and her bands are low
I text her phone and I told her “we out”
And she grabbed her coat (Come on little hoe)
You see the way that she act around me
And you're mad, I know, I know
Aye, f**ing with me she gonna have some
sh** that she never had before
f**in' with you she was catching the bus and her bands are low
I text her phone and I told her “we out”
And she grabbed her coat (Come on little hoe)
You see the way that she act around me
And you're mad, I know, I know
[Outro]
You mad my n***a
She never had before
Her bands are low
Come on little hoe
You mad my n***a
You mad my n***a
You mad my n***a
You mad my n***a