[Verse: Pouya]
I'm back in a cycle
Feel like a psycho
Feel like I'm Michael, yuh
Don't look at my bread, don't look at my whip
Take a look at my fico, yuh
I'm pacin' and thinkin' of robbin' a bank with the homies I hang with
These hoes wanna make it the bank or the banquet
Come hang with the gang get shady
Drunk drove in a Mercedes
.45 on the hip daily
Screamin' out f** you pay me
I ain't patient, I got OCD
Feel like I'm not controlling me
Still them hoes hoes gon' fall for me
p**y that they offer me is often not to luxury
But let me see what that lick read
Triple digits in my six speed
Think I fell in love when that b**h hit me
I might f** around and buss her down and buy a Bentley
For that b**h while you was f**in' with them lames I made my baby momma rich
Baby play with my dick not my emotions
Shed so many tears that I could fill an ocean
We was coastin', now we roller coastin'
Look inside my eyes and feel the pain that you put on me
I just pray to Peep that you don't leave me lonely
Thousand b**hes but they can't do nothing for me
You my one and only
I know you need some company so come on over
Do you love me, do you love exposure
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Down the f** you tryna cop my n***a look
Your drip this ain't no robbery
But my b**h is stuck up
She bad as f**, well like whats in my cup
She [?] im lovin' the way she s**
Ay, she call me J, i call her bae
We ain't the [?]