Ah! Yeah
Keep a vest on my bedside table
Figure out a way that I could steal from a label
Why they look at me like I'm so fucking ungrateful?
And this shit not different, bitch, I been unstable, uh
Like I'm off my meds
If I ever did get 'em, I'd sell 'em (yeah)
I really never gave a fuck what you want from me
And I could get ya boy stuck, don't fuck with me (pop, pop)
Step one, drink a little too much
Step three, wrap the bitch up in a trunk
Tell the police you don't know a god-damn thing
'Cause you never really did keep up
Yeah, ask for directions, you not really from 'round here
You been really on the move like all year
And you don't call shit home, you don't got one
Only bought a gun 'cause you love to see the cops run
I really took a bitch back when she played me
And then I fuck around, and now I got a-
And it's up when you fuck with my paycheck
Yeah, what's up? You want blood? I got payback
I seen my face on the television, turn it up
I got every other reason I should run it up
And I feel like I'm worth 'bout a hundred bucks (yeah)
I could up it if you motherfucking give it up
Yeah, what's in your wallet?
What's in your pocket?
What's in your motherfucking backpack? Stop it
And your brand-new phone that you call bitches on
And you tell 'em that you wish they wouldn't talk so much 'bout me
It's on me
I been sittin' back chillin' for a minute
I should really get back on my bullshit
You know, when I tell 'em I'ma kill 'em if they fuck with me
Wrap shit up, back, no Killa
Took my blood like you ate my dinner
Fuck with my name, watching ice get thinner
Piss on your grave, I'm a god-damn winner
Shit that's in my pocket, take your god-damn skin off (yeah)
Tell that boy to watch himself 'cause I'll spin 'em (yeah)
Tell him myself, bitch, I'm fucking y'all sisters
Kill y'all self 'fore you get shit twisted, huh