Got the Benzo all my Porsches, going suicide
But whenever I'm with you, I'm feeling too alive
The way I feel inside, feel like I'ma die tonight
Girl, can you just hold my hand? Hotel reservations I'm just leaving from the airport, now my flight about to land
Understand that I'm doing what I want, you're just doing what you can
Bank account on Black Eyed Peas, I just tell them will.I.am
You ever seen a hundred grand?
Oh, you tryna be the man?
I'm getting quarterback money, it's a real shocker
Bitches going Kim K, they gotta see they doctor
I'm quick to get a rapper rolled, like it's Red Lobster
The real truth of the matter is you're an imposter
Don't point your hand at me, I think you fooled yourself
The jets have cooled themselves, used to drive a Honda now I drive a car that drives itself
Making real estate money plays
Now I call upon my clientele
I stand up like Seinfeld
Water waves
I drive on Pirellis, yeah
I drive on Pirellis, yeah (woah)
I drive on Pirellis, yeah (bih)
I drive on Pirellis with ease (ease)
Get blessed with a cup, I ain't even sneeze
Spray at a rapper like I got Febreze
Spider I'm up, I'm high in the trees
Ooh, been a couple of years and I ain't even leave
Ice in my cup, I pour Mr. Freeze
Woah, (don't you worry about what's in my cup lil shordie) woah, damn
Clearing my mind, I'm finding my peace
Bitch-ass rapper, get right to your knees
Burberry sweater, I put on my fleece
Go first class, I'm flying out east
Dead-ass rappers, they be so deceased
Patrick Mahomes, you know that I Chief
(You know that I smoke them, baby)
Brr, brr (ya, ya!)
Damn, how silent that the room was
Thinking everybody knew us
Damn, girl, you outgrew us
Since you hit the lines on the tour bus
Damn, girl, you stole my tour dust
Switching lanes, I'm Ford Focused
Tatted up my bitch, tatted up my ribs, now I tatted up the roses
Pour my cup, sipping doses
Championship tryna toast us
Peep the wrist work, peep the neck work, now I gotta peep her game time
Shorty used to be my bang line
Now I hang up on her FaceTime
Ah
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Got the Benzo all my Porsches, going suicide
But whenever I'm with you, I'm feeling too alive
The way I feel inside, feel like I'ma die tonight
Girl, can you just hold my hand? Hotel reservations I'm just leaving from the airport, now my flight about to land
Understand that I'm doing what I want, you're just doing what you can
Bank account on Black Eyed Peas, I just tell them will.I.am
You ever seen a hundred grand?
Oh, you tryna be the man?
I'm getting quarterback money, it's a real shocker
Bitches going Kim K, they gotta see they doctor
I'm quick to get a rapper rolled, like it's Red Lobster
The real truth of the matter is you're an imposter
Don't point your hand at me, I think you fooled yourself
The jets have cooled themselves, used to drive a Honda now I drive a car that drives itself
Making real estate money plays
Now I call upon my clientele
I stand up like Seinfeld
Water waves
I drive on Pirellis, yeah
I drive on Pirellis, yeah (woah)
I drive on Pirellis, yeah (bih)
I drive on Pirellis with ease (ease)
Get blessed with a cup, I ain't even sneeze
Spray at a rapper like I got Febreze
Spider I'm up, I'm high in the trees
Ooh, been a couple of years and I ain't even leave
Ice in my cup, I pour Mr. Freeze
Woah, (don't you worry about what's in my cup lil shordie) woah, damn
Clearing my mind, I'm finding my peace
Bitch-ass rapper, get right to your knees
Burberry sweater, I put on my fleece
Go first class, I'm flying out east
Dead-ass rappers, they be so deceased
Patrick Mahomes, you know that I Chief
(You know that I smoke them, baby)
Brr, brr (ya, ya!)
Damn, how silent that the room was
Thinking everybody knew us
Damn, girl, you outgrew us
Since you hit the lines on the tour bus
Damn, girl, you stole my tour dust
Switching lanes, I'm Ford Focused
Tatted up my bitch, tatted up my ribs, now I tatted up the roses
Pour my cup, sipping doses
Championship tryna toast us
Peep the wrist work, peep the neck work, now I gotta peep her game time
Shorty used to be my bang line
Now I hang up on her FaceTime
Ah
But whenever I'm with you, I'm feeling too alive
The way I feel inside, feel like I'ma die tonight
Girl, can you just hold my hand? Hotel reservations I'm just leaving from the airport, now my flight about to land
Understand that I'm doing what I want, you're just doing what you can
Bank account on Black Eyed Peas, I just tell them will.I.am
You ever seen a hundred grand?
Oh, you tryna be the man?
I'm getting quarterback money, it's a real shocker
Bitches going Kim K, they gotta see they doctor
I'm quick to get a rapper rolled, like it's Red Lobster
The real truth of the matter is you're an imposter
Don't point your hand at me, I think you fooled yourself
The jets have cooled themselves, used to drive a Honda now I drive a car that drives itself
Making real estate money plays
Now I call upon my clientele
I stand up like Seinfeld
Water waves
I drive on Pirellis, yeah
I drive on Pirellis, yeah (woah)
I drive on Pirellis, yeah (bih)
I drive on Pirellis with ease (ease)
Get blessed with a cup, I ain't even sneeze
Spray at a rapper like I got Febreze
Spider I'm up, I'm high in the trees
Ooh, been a couple of years and I ain't even leave
Ice in my cup, I pour Mr. Freeze
Woah, (don't you worry about what's in my cup lil shordie) woah, damn
Clearing my mind, I'm finding my peace
Bitch-ass rapper, get right to your knees
Burberry sweater, I put on my fleece
Go first class, I'm flying out east
Dead-ass rappers, they be so deceased
Patrick Mahomes, you know that I Chief
(You know that I smoke them, baby)
Brr, brr (ya, ya!)
Damn, how silent that the room was
Thinking everybody knew us
Damn, girl, you outgrew us
Since you hit the lines on the tour bus
Damn, girl, you stole my tour dust
Switching lanes, I'm Ford Focused
Tatted up my bitch, tatted up my ribs, now I tatted up the roses
Pour my cup, sipping doses
Championship tryna toast us
Peep the wrist work, peep the neck work, now I gotta peep her game time
Shorty used to be my bang line
Now I hang up on her FaceTime
Ah
Writer: Blake Emig
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