Ooo
Hot of the presses
Songs bang bang, shots of the heroin
Your money clang lang, don't talk aggressive
All them fake stories don't warrant a mention
Put some respect on my name
Yea
And are y'all done?
And them girls dancing crazy
This shit's too strong
Been a pest in the street like a feral kitty
Those girls were curving me like David Beckham kicking
They're trying to ask me questions I'm not texting really
I'm not even finessing, I work over time to rep my city (True!)
I said it it was done
I told a lot of lies but never in a song
I don't wanna steal nobody's girl but they're scheming on me
You can really lose yourself trying to be somebody

Might rip my organs out just for the money
Buy a monster truck, go roll over your mummy
Why I always think about my ex when I'm fucking?
Why I always thinking bout rain when it's sunny?
Might rip my organs out just for the money
Buy a monster truck, go roll over your mummy
Why I always think about my ex when I'm fucking?
Why I always thinking bout rain when it's sunny?

Yea
Headstrong, headstrong
Even when I'm dead wrong
Jacquemus Vetements
Hangups, hangups, Renoir
Ask me, do I have regrets though?
Probably more than you would guess though
Rap game Louis Theroux
Act dumb, everybody getting exposed
If they were me for an hour
Could they keep it up?
No I really doubt it
The real ones know it's not your outfit
They fuck with me strictly on my sound shit (oh)
Got the spirit in me (oh)
You can't hear it in me
Hate me with the spirits in me
But I have my difficulties living in reality
That's why I'm starting fights every other night
Drunk