It's 3am, you callin' my phone, cryin' to me
No empathy, I'm empty, cause I been cryin out my soul lately
Used to have times when I'd call you baby, begged it for the daily
Louis V shades on my eyes, so you can't see through the pain,
3.5 in a loose leaf, I'm getting high for the day
Procrastinating on my goals, I been f*cked up, I been late
Metal jackets in the AR everybody K
20 thousand dollar shopping sprees, I'm playing Duwap Kaine
Plastic bitch like Kim K, I f*cked her in the back of the Range
Sharp shooter, no baby shit, everything is in my range
I'm just tryna get paid, man, f*ck all that fame
I don't need all that shit, I'm just tryna get rich and live my life,
My brother clutchin on that pipe, tryna go and up his stripes
If I f*ck you once, baby you know you mine
Sometimes you can't tell the truth, gotta go and lie
007 with double cups, I'm toting on these big guns
Double of mud, double of whips, you know we got big funds
Lil boy flexing a couple bands, thinking he got rich once