And they trynna say I'm lackin, these people talkin' Bitches you're attacking, yeah you got me poppin' Pills and I'm relaxing, yeah, bae I don't stress it Locks on my outfit and I like to flex it Ok now I'm gone and I'm feeling strong Venting in a song, try to say I'm wrong I'm so done with you all I'm with my bros, we don't want y'all Smoking on pounds, we don't smoke zips I ain't even 16 and I'm making more hits Hand on the strap, we gon' blast Give me top cause, I don't want kids I-I-I-I-I I'm too high and dis-functioned Told her give me top cuz I don't want kids I'm too high give me some space, mhmm VVN on mе they asking if it's real I don't wanna talk about it, I don't wanna squeal Ayeee thеy don't believe that I'm foreign Got my drip from over seas yeah that shit imported Yeah they talking down on me "Nigga you is horrid" Uh uh, fuck yo bitch in my foreign (Uh uh) Put you to sleep don't mind it I love me the peace and quiet I hit the bank if I like it I hit the bank if I like it