(You)
(You)
(You)
(You)
You
Got some explaining to do
Yeah
I been out raging wit you
I'd do a parade wit you
I got f*cking paid
It's blue
(It's blue)
I think that I'm made of digits
I been had a J I'll swish it
I pull up it's like a parade in my city
I was in New York City
Top floor boss that shit get chilly
Hopped on a flight to Daytona
Took a drive to Orlando
Ended up in Miami
Do you understand me?
I swear that my fans are like my family
She told me I'm her fantasy
I think that's just the XTCY
(You)
I don't want you texting me
I'm on the run ain't nobody catching me
I'm on the run ain't arresting me
(You)
(I'm on the run nobody arresting me)
(You)
(I'm on the run nobody arresting me)
You
F*ckin
(Pussy)
You
F*ckin
(Pussy)
You f*ckin pussy
You not wit it
(Uh wit it, I'm wit it, I'm feelin, so ignorant, I'm. Chillin, I'm winnin, I feel it)
I feel it
I feel it
I feel it
I feel you
(You)
Got some explaining to do
Yeah
I been out raging wit you
I'd do a parade wit you
I got f*cking paid its blue
(It's blue)
(You)
(You)
(You)
(You)