[Intro]
This is a bussin' mix by Breezy; turn the fuck up, bitch
$50 trap with no service ’cause the call can't trace
If you catch a body, just make sure the gun ain't in yo’ name
Old bitch tripping, she still mad that I don't fucking feel the same
Bitch, don't waste yo' tears on me if I won't wipe 'em off yo' fa—
Woah, ay, woah, ay
Woah, ay, ay ay
[Verse]
$50 trap with no service 'cause the call can’t trace
If you catch a body, just make sure the gun ain’t in yo' name
Old bitch tripping, she still mad that I don’t fucking feel the same
Bitch, don't waste yo' tears on me if I won't wipe ’em off yo' face
She say I'm rude, I'm mean, I'm everything above
Bitch, don't call me Vey; hoe, it's LXVEVIBEZ, don't say my gov
I been on a roll; I ain't been sober in a month
Molly baby, acid addict, fuck my stomach up
I took this pretty lil' thugger bitch back in the Porsche
And I spoiled the hoe when I took her on tour
She don't fuck with Gucci or Christian Dior
She really rock Comme Garçons and Le Fleur
Speed it up, pick it up, drop to the floor
I showed her the world that she wanted to know
Digging my swag and I'm digging her flow
I can't talk about shit that ain't already known
Swear to God I can't feel, my face so numb, Xans make my body ill
My brother hit my phone talkin' 'bout some, "Re-up on yo' oxy pills"
Used to hate drugs before she found out how that molly feels
Barbie doll bitch so bad whenever she walkin' in her tallest heels
"Vibez, I need to tell you—" wait, hol' up, bitch, I'm talking still
Quick money come and go; at least I make the largest bills