​lame

[Chorus]
I–
Yes, I gotta talk my shit
Yes, I've been on top of shit
Sex, I get a lot of it
Checks, I get a lot of it~
Bad bitch, she from Yale, fucking on a college kid
See this wrist, cold as hell, I peeped just how hot it get
And my bitch cold as hell, I heard yours is [?]
I'm with AB, we got guns, we be on some mobbin' shit
You don't got cash, got no funds, you can't even buy no shit
New bad bitch just like Cobain, through her brain, through her brain
You was just twin, you switched, you lame
That shit lame, that shit lame
Look how fucking far we came
Look up, we got stars to claim
Cook up, whips and cars and chains
We sacrificed for all we gained~

[Verse]
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
This new Wock, Wock, Wock, finna pour up, pour up (Eugh)
You tryn' talk, talk, I'm not, I don't know ya, know ya
Avianne all my brothers, shit like Minnesota (Cold~)
I put 10 bands in my watch, and 20 in my soda
I get high, I'm smoking za, this good dope in my roll-up
Everyday, I was working hard, ain't have no choice but to go up
You so sick I ain't answer that call, lil' bitch, you might as well throw up, up, up, up
Brother fuck you up
Been surpassed, can't reach my level, you not tough enough
Bro was acting weird to everybody, I knew something's up
Slime, it's fuck yo' ass, used everybody, that– that shit yuck as fuck
I was good as fuck to everybody, and I'm still fucked up
Going through it, I ain't tell nobody, I just up the cup
I just up the blunt
None these fucking underground rappers want a 1-on-1
Most these niggas steal-my-sound rappers, they my fucking sons
Half these niggas get around rappers, make one fucking song
Been produced for niggas out your league, what the fuck you on?
And I tried to come back, just to see what the fuck you on
Guess you sayin' the love all gone, cool

[Chorus]
I–
Yes, I gotta talk my shit
Yes, I've been on top of shit
Sex, I get a lot of it
Checks, I get a lot of it~
Bad bitch, she from Yale, fucking on a college kid
See this wrist, cold as hell, I peeped just how hot it get
And my bitch cold as hell, I heard yours is [?]
I'm with AB, we got guns, we be on some mobbin' shit
You don't got cash, got no funds, you can't even buy no shit
New bad bitch just like Cobain, through her brain, through her brain
You was just twin, you switched, you lame
That shit lame, that shit lame
Look how fucking far we came
Look up, we got stars to claim
Cook up, whips and cars and chains
We sacrificed for all we gained~