I'm high as fuck eatin' fried oreos I post a bad bitch on my story tho I got real nigga on my portfolio She like a movie bitch, Glock bust a ho Thot ass bitch, no I can't trust a ho I'm still in the hood, nigga eatin' lunchables Nigga Casok Smokin' on dope, I ain't got no worries I fuck with the kids, nigga Lil Blurry And you know that I'm high, my vision a lil blurry I got a bad bitch, and her slides furry I smokin' on dope, nigga so early Diamonds on my neck, nigga these ain't pearlies Run up on a nigga, man I need a gym My nigga catch a body, I get him a attorney I'm so high, lets go own a gym I'm so high, you know my words slur Take a nigga out, and threw him in a hearse Smokin' on a lot, yea I need it Big ass Glock, please don't try and hurt me You know it's fuck twelve, I'm throwin' up a bird I feel like Future cause my Sprite dirty My chain so low, my ears fuckin' hurt You know I been slime, got them shootas lurking I'm shootin' off the rip, I'm hittin' like I'm Irving I'm outside, with the choppa like I'm Persian I got yo main bitch grooming and she serve me RG shit, man we never hurting My shootas gon' pull up like it's urgent Cut yo ass up, do you in like a surgeon I stay , now I got him hurting These VVS diamonds got these bitching flirting I'm already strapped up, you know I can't be worried Might shoota quick draw, he shooting like he Curry I know some real niggas and they out in Jersey A lot of shots, turn a shoota to a jersey On the block trappin' and you know it's early I don't trust a soul that's why I keep a thirty When you around me, my shootas going dirty Bitch doin' dick and you know she eat those Ridin' around with my brother and that's Sito Walk in that bitch, nigga with a meat roll Mid blunts, yea you know I don't hit those Hop in that foreign, nigga watch me shift ho Damn is that a Glock? Or is it a damn missile Sippin' on two cups, need triple Posted on block in a brand new fit ho I'm smokin' on dope, I don't do my own rips tho Skylark, I be stuck in my If you see twelve, nigga blow the whistle Gen 4, hold I'm in the kitchen with the damn Sito that's my brother from another mother You talkin' to twelve, nigga undercover And yo bitch wanna get under the covers My niggas they ride, they don't got much These niggas be tellin', talkin' such and such Put you on a plate, fuck nigga lunch This a Glock 21, not a shotgun Would've I thought I said, "Ricky" look at how he run How the fuck do you run up on me with a damn gun Thirty round, fireworks, look Ran off on the plug I know that he hurtin', yeah Fuck on my bitch and I bought her a Birkin bag I know that he hurtin', Casok, he mad I know that he hurtin', he sad I know that he hurt, damn I know that he hurt, he hurtin' I know that he hurt, damn I know that he hurt, he hurtin' I know that he hurt, damn Bought my bitch is a Birkin I know that he hurt, he hurtin', he hurtin', he hurt