Scotty!
Oh, oh
I got way too much to think about (Mm)
Baby, don't hit my phone unless you know exactly when you coming down (Exactly when you coming down)
It feel like I'm playing dress up now (Mm)
I got way too much to dress in now (Yeah)
His friends in my tweets and I cannot believe they mad somehow (I cannot)
His bitch on my piece and she encourage me to bring the camera out (Oh)
Then she mad at me when I say I can't talk right now (I can't talk)
I send back skull emojis and she tell me I'm too toxic now, uh (Yeah)
This a new classic (This a new, woah)
I set my bar a week ago and I already blew past it
And yeah, I'm biggin' up my head because the thoughts inside are too massive
They stab him in the back, then turn to me and say that's true tactics, nah (Yeah)
Pussy that's too drastic
I'm in my broken world chillin' with the misunderstood and true spastics (Bro, you good?)
This dude is too basic
The type to look at women on their grind and say "they too plastic"
But really, who asked him?
Yeah
Scotty give me a beat
Scotty, I'm not done
Extend the second verse, so I could say something
But still, I stay numb
I feel these thoughts roll off my taste buds (Yeah)
Toxicity in my vocab, my critics think I need a brain scrub (I need a bra-a-ain, yeah)
But really they just need to wake up
I'm smoking so much cookie, I'm surprised I kept the same lungs
Drink these drugs into my system, like I'm packing 'em in k-cups, uh (Yeah)
But I don't give a fuck, bitches in my phone stay mad because I'm never picking up
It's been such a long time (Been such a long)
It's been such a long
Been such a long time, yeah (Mm)
But, I'm back baby
I'm back (Mm)