Exhaust

[Verse 1]
Text my phone with that hot shit
Swear you leave me exhausted
All these words are what you talkin'
Gas pack in my pocket
Hit the gas, and now I'm off it
Xanny bars and she slumping (girl, why you slumped?)
And what you sayin' with that talk bitch?
It ain't hurt, it's just some words bitch
I still get the guap like I'm a surgeon
8 ball in my hand, and now I'm fuckin' surfin'
And you just lurkin', and I'm just workin'
You talkin' like you know me, you just [?]
You talkin' like I owe you, now I'm skirtin'
You say that my shit weak, and now you chokin' on your words bitch
You sayin' I want clout, I don't want none of that
You sayin' I want clout, I just want all my racks
Baby, that shit funny that you say that my shit wack
'Cause now you think I'm all that
Yeah, I think I might be all that