Absolute lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, b*tch gon' eat the fruit
She ask me if she number one, I told her absolute (Nah)
Now, don’t start actin' different, yeah
Now I'm pullin’ up, foreign car, I'm parkin' different
Percocet, my starter kit (Uh-huh), red tips, I brought 'em with me

[Post-Chorus]
I can't wait to drop the roof
[?] opps so bad, I can't wait to drop you too
[?] like I'm pimpin', 2Feet big dog, call me Clifford
Smoke some weed and watch The Simpsons
b*tch keep sayin’ I’m actin' different

[Verse 1]
She say I can’t even talk to you
Valentino shoes, baby, I can't wait to walk to you
I get paid to speak my mind, so who the f*ck you talkin' to?
I walk on beats like Jeremy Sheppard, if he a snake, then I'm a leopard
He dropped this b*tch and then I kept it, f*ck a 4, we pour a 7, yeah
Dancing with the devil
Keep my blicky, that’s wherever
She do all that tellin'
Know what I mean? He ran up on Angel
I be with my gang like they my Power Rangers
We don't talk to strangers no more
She be droppin' locations, a dangerous lil' ho
Wear my chain like it's a medal
Better keep yo' lethal weapon
We don't do no second guessin'
If it's up, then we gon' scratch him, yeah (We gon' scratch his ass)
[Chorus]
Yeah, b*tch gon' eat the fruit
She ask me if she number one, I told her absolute (Nah)
Now, don't start actin' different, yeah
Now I'm pullin' up, foreign car, I'm parkin' different
Percocet, my starter kit (Uh-huh), red tips, I brought 'em with me

[Post-Chorus]
I can't wait to drop the roof
[?] opps so bad, I can't wait to drop you too
[?] like I'm pimpin', 2Feet big dog, call me Clifford
Smoke some weed and watch The Simpsons (Mm-mhm)
b*tch keep sayin' I'm actin' different

[Verse 2]
Put some Lean on the Backwood
Now we smokin' different
I just hit her from the back good
Then make her come up missin'
Roll a semi, watch the sensor
She throw that ass, then I'ma tip her
That pus*y wet, I call a flipper
If she the one, I boost the lift
sh*t, if she the one, I buy her titties
I just go up, don't listen to critics
When I need you, I just hit crickets
b*tch gon' eat the fruit, yeah
All her friends, best hits, she tryna hide the crew
I like to put on fashion, well, I can get groovy
Got me actin' different, sh*ttin' on my haters, laughin' different
[Chorus]
Yeah, b*tch gon' eat the fruit
She ask me if she number one, I told her absolute (Nah)
Now, don't start actin' different, yeah
Now I'm pullin' up, foreign car, I'm parkin' different
Percocet, my starter kit (Uh-huh), red tips, I brought 'em with me

[Post-Chorus]
I can't wait to drop the roof
[?] opps so bad, I can't wait to drop you too
[?] like I'm pimpin', 2Feet big dog, call me Clifford
Smoke some weed and watch The Simpsons (Mm-mhm)
b*tch keep sayin' I'm actin' different