Roll the clip and run it back
I'm really like that
I'm really not friendly
I need my credit, niggas hate that
I need the numbers, I need the data
Got you talkin' crazy
Abracadabra, you niggas sideshow
I'm Bobbin' like Psycho
You gassin' like Texaco
Infection like microbe
You texted: I might go
You push it, I might pop
I'm fuckin' on heart-throbs
I got your favorite rapper blocked
I heard the dick was whack
Your favorite athlete screamin': Text me back!
I make no exceptions
The lesser part of me loves all the cap
He screamin', g?t back together
I'm screamin': Back of th? bus, trick!
Hawai'i for weather
Booty softer than leather
These hoes is feather weight
I wipe my phone in case you don't, might beat the case
Them 'hoe' accusations weak
Them 'bitch' accusations true
You hatin' from nosebleeds, I wish you well

Smokin' on my ex pack tonight
Smokin' on my ex pack tonight
Smokin' on my ex pack tonight
Smokin' on
You can trust in me
I can, you said, I can trust in you
I can, I can
You can trust in me
You can, you can
Oh, oh