Byemilo - Untitled 4 Lyrics

I got a hundred fifty thousand just to say I'm next
I got a hundred fifty thousand and it's all on ya head
I got bitches acting woozy always hate to break bread
I got next mans tweaking, they all can stay vexed
Y'all got lock jaw or something?
What the f*ck is good?
I'm still me when the checks come in hollywood
Y'all wanna be me so bad but I hate myself
So I guess all y'all could be me just Don't ask for the help
I keep my brim low key, I got that shit on me
I keep it real OG, She want pop some E
Well Does she have money? Cause if not
She might have to f*ck around suck some D, uh
I just f*cked a ratchet while I bumped some tame impala
We was in her bucket front seat wearing nada
I got channel orange dick I had her looking lost
I met her at the pyramids we both hella sauced

I just bought some vans for the low
I might let em fly right to your throat
Goofy ask me what the f*ck I know
Told em if you know well then you know
Y'all be hella sus doing shit off Hype
I hope you f*ckboys know that it's still on sight
I'll leave you needing some braces and that's just something light
And It's still make out California for ya bitch at night
I was trynna duck her but she asked me for my number
Told her sorry need my minutes
When the money calls
Back to talking all my shit, Where my overalls?
I got all this f*cking dope, Ima have withdrawals
Shout out all the fake thugs at the Arden mall
Wanna pop pills, Oh wow
Wanna live in hidden hills, Oh wow
I'll be screaming f*ck fake friends
Till they gone
That's why It's mother f*ck my ex
Till the day I'm gone