I got your number, I block yo’ shit, and you still want me?
Shorty in the truck, she throwing it back, put the cash on her
Yuh, Designer bag shorty
Yuh, I got some racks on me
Yuh, But shorty you can’t trap me
Noo
Pop out to LA, I’m throwing some rackets
I rock out the show, and them lights like heaven
How many hoes backstage? like seven
Telekinesis, like my name Eleven
I seen strange things, shordy
I dropped the Cartier, then went Patek
I got the money, stretched it like elastic
These bitches be lying, they fake like plastic
Shorty what you think?
Yeah we outside, yeah its late
Yeah I’m out here with you, bae
Taking shots, yeah with no chaser