Hear Me Out

[Chorus]
My bitch ass fatter than hers
I'm sippin’ on drank, gotta burp
Talkin' that shit, you get left on a shirt
Or get put in a hearse
Ballin' out, baby, like I’m on the Spurs
Smokin' on green, it look like turf
Finna invest, finna make me some merch
I spy, that bitch just lurk

[Verse 1]
I just spilled some drank on my jeans
Pick up the phone, tryna get in them jeans
Fresh as fuck, bitch, I get too clean
I'm off of the drugs, I'm havin' a dream
Bet you wish it was you and me
But, baby, I'm in love with the lean
Put a scope on the .223
Walk in, all eyes on me
Ballin' like Hakeem
I'm still mixin’ jugg money with the clean money
Mama told me, "You can be what you want, honey"
Sippin’ on dark 'cause some days it ain’t sunny (Haha)
That nigga, he too funny
Slime his ass and his nose not even runny
Leave me alone, baby, I'm packrunnin'
After I fuck, you leavin' in the morning (Morning, yeah, go, go, go)
Spendin’ your lil' bread on a ho
Woke up like, "How I'ma get me some rolls?"
You woke up like, "I'm finna chase me a ho"
Bein' boring, this bitch gon' go, I need to know, I need to know
Can you hear me right now? I need to know, I need to know
He got the pints on him, huh? I'm finna score, I'm finna score
"Summrs, do you love me?" Fuck no, fuck no
I'm just plottin' on dinero
Don't act right, you get left like a arrow
I got the nina, it sleep on my pillow
I'm too drugged out, I can't be a hero
My foot on they neck, I got on Gucci slippers
She wanna fuck with me 'cause I'm that nigga
She wanna fuck with me, I got that skrilla
My diamonds Michael Jackson, thriller

[Outro]
My bitch ass fatter than hers
I'm sippin' on drank gotta burp
Talkin' that shit, you get left on a shirt
Or get put in a hearse
Ballin' out, baby, like I'm on the Spurs
Smokin' on green, it look like turf
Finna invest, finna make me some merch
I spy, that bitch just lurk
I just spilled some drank on my jeans
Pick up the phone, tryna get in them jeans
Fresh as fuck, bitch, I get too clean
I'm off of the drugs, I'm havin' a dream
Bet you wish it was you and me
But, baby, I'm in love with the lean
Put a scope on the .223
Walk in, all eyes on me