Verse 1
AmBalenciaga with my EmGUAPI on (My FGUAPI on, on, Cyeah)
AmI say, "I pour Emmud in my styrofoam" F(Inside my styrofoam, oh, Coh)
AmI been tryna say a prayer Emfor grandma to come home (Oh, oh, Foh)
CGuess I'm living in an imaginary place
AmI say, "I guess I'm livin' like a villain up inside his last Emdays"
FCan't buy my grave spot by grandma, then put me on side Lil' CDave
Chorus
AmWe done been so Emlong with each other, build Fa home with each Cother
AmHow the fuck Do we get you? Hold Emon
FYou done seen me down and I bubble
CI'm a motherfuckin' hustler, you already know I been here
I been tryna hide it from my child, this shit ain't right here
I'm just stayin' right here
I just make sure that my cup stay muddy
I got that Essie on, I know you jockin' me
I got black Prada on and some Givenchy jeans
Bridge
I spray that Draco 'round, bitch, you better not play with me
I know that you ain't easy to be tamed
I just cuffed my cup, like, fuck that love, oh, oh-oh
Refrain
I just cut her off, don't need that girl, oh, no, no more
Pressed her on my wall and gave her cheese like a NFT
She wan' be my cameraman, fly out to come sit with me
Big Maybach, bitch, let me breathe
Verse 2
I'm feelin' special, I might fly her out to LA, yeah
I got my weapon, it turn violent if you test me, yeah
Can't tell Mrs. Natalie that I left a coroner of niggas dead
I can't lose myself, I can't lose my groove, oh
I hit my knees, I need some help, these niggas wan' put me on the news
This my testimony, oh, I been tired of runnin'
They ain't give me nothin', hand out like I owe them somethin'
Oh, God, I'll break 'fore I starve
Oh, God, die for all my loved ones
Chorus
We done been so long with each other, build a home with each other
How the fuck Do we get you? Hold on
You done seen me down and I bubble
I'm a motherfuckin' hustler, you already know I been here
I been tryna hide it from my child, this shit ain't right here
I'm just stayin' right here
I just make sure that my cup stay muddy
I got that Essie on, I know you jockin' me
I got black Prada on and some Givenchy jeans
Refrain
I just cut her off, don't need that girl, oh, no, no more
Pressed her on my wall and gave her cheese like a NFT
She wan' be my cameraman, fly out to come sit with me
Big Maybach, bitch, let me breathe