Yea, aye
Things that I'm feeling right now
Goes away in a sound
Pound for pound you luck out
Yelling loud and I'm out
Talk this shit, but fight out
F*cking up I white out
Suffering in my house
Broken me I cry out
Little me would like to sign off
Little me is signing a song
Bigger me would like to tell you "bitch f*ck off"
Mindin' my own all along
Always tryna claim my wrongs
Never try to tell a bitch off
You all alone with ur socks
I ain't tryna answer ur call
Try to tell me swear bitch I'll rip off ur hair
Think I sit and I care bitch I'll bring out the flairs
Bitch I'll call down the bears while I sit in my lair
Try to tell me off, but you dumb as a pair
On lock
I'm running shit on top
You don't see nobody doing this like I me on top
Produce my shit then I master it
Look up at me I'm ur master bitch
I don't know what I'm suppose to do
I don't know what's the next move
I wanna play back
My life can be a thing I chose
And you know that imma pick you
I don't know what I'm suppose to do
No, I don't know what I'm suppose to do
I wanna play back
My life can be a thing I chose
And you know that imma pick you
You know it's funny all the times that I say
You always gon' me mine everyday
I try to tell her she's too fine just for me
End up hiding from me
Put aside what I made
Aye pick this shit up
Life is ur trash recycle it up
Money ball bitch I'm the next batter up
Swing and a miss is a second chance
Want money like Fetty Fetty without the disappearance
Got myself a clean girl you got one on clearance
Tell me that ur pimping really that's not what I'm hearing
And I'm rlly on that new shit f*ck your disappearance
