All I hear Is laughin, I ain't tell a motherfuckin joke
Bitch I feel like tyler, you know golf is in the studio
Ridin all around, takin pics with all these groupie hoes
Hit em wyldstyle, you know i master what they cannot know
Always like a darth misfit i kick em in and use in the force
Had to hustle for my place and had to hustle for the low
Double drank up in my cup
I text that a boy a yoo
Party up at my place, it's a party it's a party
Ohhhhhhhh
When you call me up
I'm askin do you hear me son
Treat you like my kid
My style is the only one
But you never know
My enemies are shootin tweets
I do my own thing
And now you wanna shoot me
It was only a dream
Won't you bring me somebody
Just reach out and judge me
Yeah I got a new bag, had to put it on and bring it home
Cut off all my old hoes, all they wanna do is bag-n-bone
Yeah i love my life n shit, i'd never trade it for no old
Blowing up my dms with yo mid head and yo broken phone
Who the fuck you talkin to, you think this this is my only show
Nah bitch, nah, nah bitch, nah
Money up my racks
They callin me a founding father
I dance up on the stage
They treatin me with dollars dollars
Throw it at my swag
And gettin me a gucci collar
Baby, hit me up
They sayin' I'm a primadonna
T'll never let it go
The times are never gettin harder
Please don't call me up
If all yo dreams are getting smaller