Ain't been home in like two months, that's just how it is
Know we get inside the function, we don't need no list
The magazine it get to dumpin, don't care bout no wrist
If she too fine then I might have to go and take his bitch
One thousand missed calls, I should pick up but I know I can't
I been rockin shows, yeah y'all say my name, they call, they chant
Know that you a fed, in the CIA like [?]
[?], my brand new bitch that sprinter van
Had to cut it off, already told you I don't want new friends
Can't get through to you because we're always fuckin arguing
My life a surprise, you'll never know what fuckin car I'm in
Balling, know I only hit the net, no, I don't hit the rim
I, lemme get back in my bag
I heard motherfuckers wanna be like me, wanna be me bad
Heard motherfuckers wanna dress like me, tryna steal that swag
You already know, I can't go out like that, can't go out sad