Double cup, purple clover
Come here, get closer
I'm in love, thought I told you
Having pape like a folder
We can't kick it, I'm a goalie
Push start the car, but it used to be stolie
Buss down the Carti, my pockets on rolly
Reach for this ice, you get touched like it's mo
Baby, come to my house, have you creaming and moaning
Poured up a deuce, it's just 3 in the morning
I'm rocking water, Island Coney
Bae, get on top, come and ride pony
Look in my eyes, tell me when you cuming
We serving raw, so pull up on a Monday
PSA: If you owe me, better turn in that money
Cause I'm on your ass like a tight-ass onesie
Aye, look, I'm in that paint, I'm Deandre Drummond
Aye, why were you fucked up? They be acting so funny
But when you up, they like, "Send me something, cousin"
Bitch, I ain't sending you nothing
Look, when I was fucked, I couldn't even call family
I need some percs, finna pull up on granny
I'm a real handler, I'm the one who gonna handle it
I'm the type to build a trap house inside of a mansion
Oh, I ain't send you no money, so that's why you mad?
Oh, I ain't kissing your ass, so that's why you mad?
Why? Cause I ran up my bag
You don't wanna get off your ass, so that's why you mad?
Oh, cause I ran up my racks and want pull straight up
Put that shit in your hands, so that's why you mad?
Oh, cause I got up and fixed me, and you still broke
And got all your cash, yeah, that's why you mad
Oh, I ain't send you no money, so that's why you mad?
Oh, I ain't kissing your ass, so that's why you mad?
Why? Cause I ran up my bag
You don't wanna get off your ass, so that's why you mad?
Oh, cause I ran up my racks and want pull straight up
Put that shit in your hands, so that's why you mad?
Oh, cause I got up and fixed me, and you still broke
And got all your cash, yeah, that's why you mad
Yeah, these lil boys broke, that's why they mad at me
Pass me the ball, hit the hole, I'm half-backing
I'm having P's and Q's, mathematics
Big Yay, he dope as a crack addict
Catch me post up in a back alley
I'm having wars, you gon' slip if you grab at it
I'm turnt with this backpack like I'm at a pep rally
These niggas my sons, don't fuck with 'em like stepdads
Aye, these niggas my sons, I need to go to Mars
If you cross me one time, you can't tell me sorry
I had to put that shit on, now I'm late to the party
How I pulled up with that chopper, you would think I had a Harley
Play with that green, you get wet like a garden
How I jumped off the porch, you would think I departed
I'm finna land at control now
And I already got my load out
Oh, I ain't send you no money, so that's why you mad?
Oh, I ain't kissing your ass, so that's why you mad?
Why? Cause I ran up my bag
You don't wanna get off your ass, so that's why you mad?
Oh, cause I ran up my racks and want pull straight up
Put that shit in your hands, so that's why you mad?
Oh, cause I got up and fixed me, and you still broke
And got all your cash, yeah, that's why you mad
Oh, I ain't send you no money, so that's why you mad?
Oh, I ain't kissing your ass, so that's why you mad?
Why? Cause I ran up my bag
You don't wanna get off your ass, so that's why you mad?
Oh, cause I ran up my racks and want pull straight up
Put that shit in your hands, so that's why you mad?
Oh, cause I got up and fixed me, and you still broke
And got all your cash, yeah, that's why you mad
