Back at it (I'm working on dying) Yeah, show me what you working with Stop playing games, like you never heard of me All up on your fake page, steady lurking me Murder one up on that pussy, commit first degree, yeah, perjury Perjuring myself, when it comes to anything, my love (Love) Breaking up to make up, so I'm learning that I'm salty (Salt) Hit you on your lunch break, baby, look out for my call (Call) I'm selling snail salts, I'm the king of the mouthpiece (Mwah) I'm so toxic, I might call up ... (Cryin) I'm so not shit, I might fuck on Sophie (I swear) I can turn you into my little tenderoni (yeah) Cut my hair like Ginuwine, and buy a pony She act like a thot, but that face of Aaliyah haunting For real though, boo, you giving Sade, I [?] our love Need some status in your life, baby, fuck 'round with the bosses Play your cards right, you fuck around with my offspring Tie my shoes up in Atlanta, riding 'round with 20 rugers, bitch I had learned the rules, when I was junior, I know when to hit Had to bust my tool and stick and move, before I bust a lick I'm suited up and booted up, it don't get much flyer than this TTG, we trained to go, my nigga, fuck the other side Sucked her titties for so long, that I left her implants lopsided Church of Femto, pour the Wock in the pool and got baptized Just fucked a broke nigga, then fucked me, that pussy gentrified Yeah, show me what you working with (yeah) Stop playing games, like you never heard of me (I sw-) All up on your fake page, steady lurking me Murder one up on that pussy, commit first degree, yeah, perjury Perjuring myself, when it comes to anything, my love (Love) Breaking up to make up, so I'm learning that I'm salty (Salt) Hit you on your lunch break, baby, look out for my call (Call) I'm selling snail salts, I'm the king of the mouthpiece (Mwah) Teach me back, I'm tryna take you back to places you never gone Teach me back, I'm tryna take you to dinner at the top Teach me back, Imma fuck around and tryna meet your mom If this was back in high school, I'd take you to the prom [?] ridin in a Monte Carlo, and I can't stop Doing 80 on the freeway, hit the gas, then take off She get beat, then put that Coca in her, like Scott Storch She stuck me when I was broke, she got the keys to my heart I'm in the big Bentley B, tryna fuck on a treesh, grab the condoms out the store (Yeah) What she hittin on? Boy, take her phone, she tryna drop it low I got niggas thats dead and gone, and bonds to pay, I can't go ghost I'm on the lean, [?], just count these hundreds on a lighter note If you thuggin', if you in them streets, then you can find me If she for the sheets, she'd get a ring and get off IG They say she a sex worker, but the sex work for me That lil' AMG look better with a carseat (I think I might be happy) Yeah, that's good Yeah, show me what you working with Stop playing games, like you never heard of me All up on your fake page, steady lurking me Murder one up on that pussy, commit first degree, yeah, perjury Perjuring myself, when it comes to anything, my love (Love) Breaking up to make up, so I'm learning that I'm salty (Salt) Hit you on your lunch break, baby, look out for my call (Call) I'm selling snail salts, I'm the king of the mouthpiece (Mwah)