Why these suckas always hatin' on the low, woah
Why these bitches always blowin' up my phone, tell 'em go
Why I always gotta do it on my own
'Cause that's the only way this shit is gonna blow, hoe
That's the only way this shit is gettin' done
I know the fakes fuckin' show up when its fun
Lay low and pray for the downfall of the one
Pay no attention 'cause It fuckin' weighs a ton
I get a call for some paper, then its seeya later
I ain't the kind of playa that's gon' run a fuckin favor
You need a saviour, need a neighbour, I can't fuckin save ya
Cut 'em off and change my name around to Mr. Razor, huh
Blow by ya' ass I'm burnin' gas up for them fuckin' haters
Yeah I hate it but ain't trade it now I save it later
Check the glass that Chopard shine down like a fuckin' laser
Like I'm Vader 'cause I'm smokin' through the ventilator
(We hangin' round in, we hangin' round in, we hangin' round in)
We hangin' round in never ever land, things are never better man
Supreme is on my letterman so get yourself together man
Hope you know when I pull up, we takin off in seconds
Hope you know when I pull up, we send ya straight to heaven
You hear the rumble when I'm gunnin' full velocity
You know that shift down just to pop pop animosity
And all this talkin' gone and peaked my curiosity
'Cause girl you gone and lost me when you lied right through ya fuckin' teeth
I been on the road for seven days I'm comin' back now where you at
And I'ma stay inside my lane because I'm steady haulin' ass
Lex is so insane and I done barely push the gas
Drive myself insane, I never thought that I would last
Ayy my steel ninety four, I'm rippin' down the pass
Got a honey who can shift and my grip on the gas
And the stick pistol grip, flip to gun it when I pass
And the J1's down 'cause I'm runnin' from the past, fuck
Why these suckas always hatin' on the low, woah
Why these bitches always blowin' up my phone, tell 'em go
Why I always gotta do it on my own
'Cause that's the only way this shit is gonna blow, hoe