Drop her off

And I got on my wrist where I drop her off (bus)
I stay poppin' my collar I gotta ball
F1 melt off his skin, told him knock it off
Yeah, yeah
She said she get bad thoughts when I'm not there
He say he got them shooters they everywhere
I been through way too much, so im not scared
Aye, aye
And i got on my wrist where i drop her off (bus)
N my diamonds look like when i pop it off (flash)
And my diamonds so wet, "turn that faucet off!"
And I own all my shit jus to top it off
I be bumpin my mix on the block alot
Yeah, yeah
Can't even put my car in park 'cause this gas so strong that it jus might start
Everyone steady be sayin I'm evil but they stealin' my talk, they stealin' my walk
How am I the bad guy? I'm just tryna get some paper
How am I the bad guy? She just want me for my paper
So many bands that they just can't fold, I'm wearin' two belts and I still might sag
Hands on the vent, boy this car too cold, hands like lean I'm feelin too sad
How am i the bad guy? I ain't ghost her, I ain't know her
Maybe I'm the bad guy, turn him ghost right with this- (I'm not some f-)