5AM In Boston

It go how it go
They gon think they know
This time I'm switching my flow
Fake numbers, fake booties, fake bros
Them niggas be into those...
Whole lotta hate, no dough
They get no bread, they broke
This some real shit no joke
Real shit, no joke
Real shit, no joke
I see 2 girls, I like 2 girls, so I get them both
Faded in the party, gang gon' spark it, she rather drive the boat
Shawty a demon, she naughty
She ain't gon stop it
Sucking and spiting, she's gross
Back then they were all laughing at mе
Funny how now they be talking to me
Funny how now thеy be switching on me
Funny how wild I be switching, Ouueee
"Vous parlez français?" - Oh, oui
Baby, there's no us, no we
They like "Who he?"
Boy from Angola came in with the heat
Boy from Angola came in with a dream
YunFuckingWhat sempre a killing, tou aqui
They be like "You the best" I be like "Oh please..."
Lowkey I know that I'm hot, I'm a beast
Fake stats, rappers all cap cap, I should expose that
Niggas, that shit ain't legit...
So fast, move like a nomad, I don't need no map, I'm getting the fuck outta here
...
Sike, I'm back bitch
Just relax, bitch
Yelling in my ear
What is that bitch?
Imma send you back bitch...
If I pull up niggas duck like quack quack bitch
Boy you gon stumble trynna follow all my steps bitch
He dead, he won't respond because my foot all on his neck bitch
Too much drip, mix all my pieces like it's Tetris
Yeah fuck a stylist, I don't need, I dress myself bitch
Move like I'm Kobe cause I'm scoring every basket
He said he got bands, that's a lie and no one asked it
Running up this beat, this ain't no song, this is a Track & Field race
Some crazy shit, these bitches sucking dick to get them bills paid
I'm gon' get rich and Imma flood my wrist and Imma feel great
They talking bout me, they always gon' talk bout me
They throwing big shade
Ya!
I come in in this bitch and i make this bitch shake
Trynna switch and thought that I forgot
I make that bitch wait
Honestly, I think that I'm a god or somewhere near there
The girl I love so fine, she rocking Fendi beachwear
Oh, you running game? Bitch, where?
Loro Piana polos, I don't know which one to wear
They say that they go loco, when I pull up they just stare
H on my sandals
Orange verte what I smell