PERSONAL USE

[Chorus]
I've been movin' cold, Canada Goose (Canada Goose, ayy)
Two Maggies on my rider, personal use (Personal use, ayy)
So faded, we don't care 'bout how you feel (How you feel)
Darling says she's a snack, but it's a meal
It's a lot, it's a lot, faded, it's a lot
I might miss the drop, runnin' to the guap
It's a lot, it's a lot
I don't fuck with opps
I run around with some thots
I know it's a lot, I (Ooh)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, she wants man, yeah, she want gang
Yeah, she want lifestyle, money in the bank
Beat all day so bedroom stank
Magic with the D, darling, ain't no prank
Cutthroat nigga, don't need no shank
Fuck your opinion, don't need no rank
Fuckin' your bitch, don't need no wank
I don't need no dank, I'm wavy (Yeah)
How come nuff' of these man come, baby?
Knee deep in shit when I lived in the sauce
I was prayin' to the Lord come save me (To the Lord come save me)
Yeezus, 'cause my lifestyle crazy (Uh)
Two landlords both try play me
I need a peng ting just like Jorja
'Cause I been seein' blue lights since a baby
Ayy, fuck nigga, where's your spine?
Thought it was your time (Thought it was your time)
You'll be okay, yeah, go get your shine
But back to the real (To the real)
I been around more teefs than a grill (Ooh)
I been around more wolves than Riding Hood
Ting say she waan come drill (A)
So now I'm movin' different
Two up with my bro Grant and Phil (Grant and Phil)
Now money haffi me
Not too long ago man was workin' the till (I was workin' the till)
Smoke man like Wiz Khalifa
Black and yellow, I'm killin' Bill
Turn into an alcoholic, piss and break the seal
Yeah, I'm pissin' on them still

[Chorus]
I've been movin' cold, Canada Goose (Canada Goose, ayy)
Two Maggies on my rider, personal use (Personal use, ayy)
So faded, we don't care 'bout how you feel (How you feel)
Darling says she's a snack, but it's a meal
It's a lot, it's a lot, faded, it's a lot
I might miss the drop, runnin' to the guap
It's a lot, it's a lot
I don't fuck with opps
I run around with some thots
I know it's a lot, I (Ooh)

[Verse 2]
Plottin' on P's all day
Give a dog a bone, I'm no stray
Don't play with fire, 'cause the heat don't play
(Ooh, I)
Plottin' on P's all day
Give a dog a bone, I'm no stray
Don't play with fire 'cause the heat don't play
Playboy my occupation
I ain't into conversation
Might need a reservation
You wantin' this, you get in line
She wants a home invasion
I'm talkin' back door, back door
The typa back you can't ignore
Wavey, baby, offshore (Woo), ooh
Bankroll baby, push Mercedes
Give me top like she got rabies
Jimmy, Jimmy, please no babies
Don't mistake it I'm a man, ooh
Ooh, don't forget the ladies, ooh
No, you can't forget the ladies

[Verse 3]
Yeah, gone in a minute, gone in a minute
Pushin' the pedal like what is the limit?
I hit it once then I'm back to the digits
I don't do shade, I don't do shade
But if I do, my one's are tinted
Trust nobody I'm done with the gimmicks
I don't trust shit, I guess I'm a cynic
That's why move (Ooh)

[Chorus]
I've been movin' cold, Canada Goose (Canada Goose, ayy)
Two Maggies on my rider, personal use (Personal use, ayy)
So faded, we don't care 'bout how you feel (How you feel)
Darling says she's a snack, but it's a meal
It's a lot, it's a lot, faded, it's a lot
I might miss the drop, runnin' to the guap
It's a lot, it's a lot
I don't fuck with opps
I run around with some thots
I know it's a lot, I (Ooh)