[Chorus]
I don't give a fuck 'bout that bitch, no, she a lame (Yeah)
I'm just vibin' out here, I'm in an ELA (For sure)
She said she hungry, eat my dick today (Aah)
(Blanq Beats Production)
(SHEESY)
Hear 'em talkin', I ain't got shit to say

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, pocket watchin' demons
When I walk in Neiman's
.40 leave 'em dreamin'
And I don't need a reason
I fuck your bitch way better (Yeah)
Then she sent you a letter (Aah)
I said, "I'm sorry" in the header (Aah), boy, you best forget her

[Verse 1]
My wrist cost a brick (Yeah)
She suck me up like a tick (Yeah)
N***a ain't on shit (Yеah)
Boy, you ain't makin' them hits (Nah)
You should really quit it, quit it, quit it, you a lame (Woo)
Sorry 'bout that, boy, but mе and you just not the same (Woo)
Walk inside the bank, they already know my name (Name)
They should call me, "Hotboy" 'cause I spit the flames (Flames)
That ain't never gon' change
I could see the green
If you want to stand out, get out of the grain
I took that bitch to Bermuda, you know I'm a shooter
You know that I'm boot up (Woo)
I smoke these n***as like motherfuckin' hookah (Woo)
[?] (Hey, hey)
All of my diamonds, I'm thankin' my jeweler
[Bridge]
Frozen (Huh, Diamonds)
My heart closed, it never open (Open)
Wrist so cold, it changed the climate (Woo)
Hop off soon, I just had to go and time it (Woo)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, she ridin' on my meat (Meat, meat), then delete ('Lete, 'lete)
She pickin' up what I put down, I'm talkin' skeet (Skeet, skeet)
When I let off these .40 rounds, he Happy Feet (Feet, feet)
And if he want me on that track, best cop a feat (Feat, feat)
Best pay your dues
Fuck my money up, I made it came, I never lose
How you talkin' 'bout you makin' bread when all you sip is booze? (Loser)
I'm just thankin' God I'm not like you (Ha-ha)
Difference is that I've been on a mission
Got so much dough, fuckin' these hoes (Yeah, yeah)
I had to pay a year of her college tuition
She wanna roll, I'm in control (Woo)
I drift this boat with such precision
He ain't makin' money, boy how you livin'?
He want a handout so I ain't givin'
Young n***a hot like Curry
Then I'm gon' shoot like Scottie Pippen

[Chorus]
(Blanq Beats Production)
(SHEESY)
I don't give a fuck 'bout that bitch, no, she a lame (Yeah)
I'm just vibin' out here, I'm in an ELA (For sure)
She said she hungry, eat my dick today (Aah)
Hear 'em talkin', I ain't got shit to say