Mobbin got ties
Like the Wall Street white boys
Coming in hot like mf asteroid
I
Stab boys
Who talk crazy like a tabloids
I ain't wanna do it
Goddamn
But you asked for it
Shit
Look at Adam in the backseat
2nd tab
In, mind racing like a track meet
Not a
Role model
Im something
From a bad dream
Niggas switching sides
Like they playing for a bad team
Addy
Got me moving
Like I'm booted off of Caffeine
Yeah
You need a bag to attract me
Ass so fat
She got promoted
From my side piece
Too dope
Like Lungs
Of crack fiend
Moving stupid
Like an angel
W a bad wing
Too drunk
Bender
Flowing from last week
In the mirror
Like i swear this the last drink
But i said that
When i was sipping
On the last drink
Right before that
I was
Laying in the backseat
Of
A taxi
Over sharing bout my lifestyle
Driver got annoyed
I could tell
By the fake smile
I'm a good guy
Girl i promise
It just take time
I'm tryna prove wrong
What you heard thru
The grape vines
But if they right
Listen to their advice
I was heart broke
Stg i had to heal twice
Turned me to savage
I'll be damned
If you break mines
I always get persuaded
By a lady
W some great mind
And Good pussy
Wet enough
To make the place drown
Pretty face
Not a ri
But she still fine
All red flags
But i ignore em
For a good night