You don't even waste no time on that beat
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-ooh
I heard you don't waste no that beat
I think I need some awards from the BET
Imma need a hunnid racks on my EBT
Say what's up on your way to Venetia
Thing on my hip, you would think it's a beeper
Y'all just follow my steps, I should take you to Petco
I heard they was up Penn North with the fentanyl
I heard you was up, ten-four, that's a ten-four
And I was drinkin' Red Bulls until I felt it in my temples
Smoke and pass for me, I don't care fully
Just rip it carefully
Just roll it up and run it up, that be my therapy
Ain't no talkin', y'all just better have a check for me
Sometimes I think I wanna maybe shorty bad for me
And I remember how lil shorty keep it bad for me
Bad for me, bad for me
All is fair in love and war, a couple casualties
If we had to take it back to the hood would you trap for me?
Trap for me, trap for me, trap for me-ee-ee