[Verse 1: Pouya]
I’m back in a cycle
Feel like a psycho
Feel like I’m Michael
Yuh
Don’t look at my bread
Don’t look at my whip
Take a look at my fico yuh
I’m pacing and thinking of robbin' of a bank
With da homies I hang with
These hoes wanna make it da bank or
Da banquet
Come hang with da gang get shady
Drunk drive in a mercedes
45 on da hip daily
Screamin out f*ck you pay me
I ain’t patient
I gotta OCD
Feel like I’m not controling me
Still them hoes gon fall for me
pus*y that they offer me is often not to luxury
But lemme see what dat lick read
Triple digits in the 6 speed
Think I fall in love when that b*tch hit me
I might f*ck around and buss her down
And buy a bentley for that
b*tch while you was f*ckin with dem lames
I made my baby momma rich yuh
Baby play with my di*k not my emotions
Shed so many tears I think that I can fill an ocean
We was coasting now we roller coasting
Look inside my eyes and feel the pain that you put on me
I just pray to peep that you don’t leave me lonely
Thousand b*tches but they can’t do nothing for me
You my one and only
I know you need some company
So come on over
Do you love me
Do you love exposure
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Down the f*ck you tryna cop my n*gga look
Your drip this ain't no robbery
But my b*tch is stuck up
She bad as f*ck, well like whats in my cup
She [?] I'm lovin' the way she suck
Ay, she call me J, I call her bae
We ain't the [?]