Verse 1
Its been a minute since I wrote my first rap yeah
I was like 12 sitting in my math cla** just
Thinking bout how I'm gonn add some cash fast
And finally have it all and make like all of that sh** last
I told my mama that I'm on the way
Chopping samples like I'm Ye
Making tracks not for the fame
I'm just tryna find a way
Now the city going cray
And shorties wanna call me bae
And old girls wanna call me back
But I can't go back to the past
Hook
I call your phone I'm like shorty where you at?
She like bae I'm with my girls are you tryna match a sack?
Of course bae yeah, just meet us at Mac
We off that henny just spitting them raps
If you wanna stay over I'ma skip cla**
Just to let you know that I want that chance like yeah
Verse 2
Had to get it on my own shoutout my mama
Taught me how to get a job and hustle guala
Teachers always use to say her boy a goner
Cause I'd show up high to cla** off marijuana
They was talking trash but now I'm popping bottles
Wait until I pull off my Murcielago
Like skrrr, pull up on the curb
Hand under her skirt
Pulling on my shirt
She just wanna twerk
Show me how it work
Hook