[intro]
Yeah, i got balenci' on, but these just beaters
Huh, money long, a hundred meters
Your hoe burnt, no, i won’t hit her
Red bandana like a ginger (yeah, uh-huh)
I wouldn't be you 'cause i been there (been there)
I—i’m jus' tryna get the money, then i'm leaving (yeah, i'm leavin')
Ex-hoe did me bad, i did my next hoe worse, i guess we—
[producer tag]
(trapaholics mixtapes)
(1cey)
[verse]
I got brand new rick jeans and they too slim
Cdg af1s, yeah, i'm too trim (i'm too fly)
Yeah, i'm smoking fat blunts, i’m getting too high (woah, woah)
I was coughing way too much, now i got blue skin
Huh, bitch, i’m anywhere but home, i feel like druski
Had to cut off my ex-bitch, that hoe was goofy
I ain't cuffing that lil’ bitch, you must be stupid
Huh, back to back, i'm getting high, i'm smoking loose leaf
I'm finna lose it, woah, woah
Yeah, huh, i’m finna link up with these eaters
[chorus]
Yeah, i got balenci' on, but these just beaters
Huh, money long, a hundred meters
Your hoe burnt, no, i won't hit her
Red bandana like a ginger (yeah, uh-huh)
I wouldn't be you 'cause i been there (been there)
Yeah, i—i'm jus' tryna get the money, then i'm leaving (yeah, i'm leavin')
Ex-hoe did me bad, i did my next hoe worse, i guess we even
[outro]
I rock that rick in any season
I block the bitch, i had no reason
Yeah
Cut off the bitch, i had no reason
Yeah, lil' bitch, i had no—