My career bout to blast like bubbly I'm not wait for her to say she love me I can tell she fuck with me, man, trust me I got a 10-year-old me, still ain't fuzzy 325 on the dashboard Riding a Porsche, I can tow a Ford I bought a Bernie's Nutrition Dior I took the jet to the New York store She lit while I'm driving, I'm standing the floor I took it off track, now I'm riding this boy You stay in your feelings, you never my boy I can't come to the hood, I pull a decoy Another body drop and they screamin' my name I'm going to L.A. on a private plane Could never come back and my family's straight I'm touchable, no, I'm too rich or too paid Skeleton car, they all black diamond spades Pull up too deep like a fuckin' parade All jealous-ass niggas tryna fuck up my pay Bled star, Aurora's cullin' in rain I put baguettes in my wrist and my neck And my ears in my motherfuckin' chains They strip out the trenches, I know you gon' dig it I call 3-D, boy, fuck a plane I cut up my wrist soakin' wet And Coachella keep callin', they won't see the fame I took her to China and changed up her climate And now she ain't talkin' the same Five nights up still poppin' in rage And the SVR still livin' the range I want her, she want it the same And I'm both St. Tom, both glad that they came Keep me a vibe, I can't keep it contained No, I keep me some dolls, always keep me entrained And Tattletail gold on the back of my brain Don't ask me what the fuck am I thinkin' Back of these walls, I'm full of that drink Air came through with a little entertainment Air 29, got her lookin' like space Houston is a problem, we be bustin' her face And shit, I came with the snakes, no squids Strut up, I broke out the game with a 4-5 I see it, she lovin' it fast, I see it She lovin' it fast, yeah, I see it on her face And I'm lovin' that body and lace And I love you, lil' Spidey in a jacket I know you got taste, if you love you, self-taste Y'all see me, if I love you, I drop you a pencil A time and a place YSL'll put a n***a six feet I ain't beggin' when I tell her, bitch, please Me and lil' Thug on fleek Not a lil' hoe wanna meet Ayy, what, what, what, what? Fuck her on beat, over your life, not cheap All me on, boy, it's 2T Why I just hit my account, never seen her I'm out, oh, God, I don't give Been on the charts for 500 weeks So somebody love when I speak Doing this shit just to show we get down in the six, man, it's bigger than me Texas ran so big, that shit is perfect for the dippin' I don't care how wet I get her, she won't catch me 325 on the dashboard, ridin' a Porsche, rockin' Tom Ford Rockin' the bed and the head, boy, what, what, what, what? Buyin' out Louis and Christian Dior I took the jet to the New York store Park at the regular airport Stay in your feelings, was never my boy