Personally

[Intro]
I don't give a fuck who approves
And even if I do, I'll stay bein' me
Listen (S-shu-shu-shut up the dance, this is ah horriblistic ting)
Like, haha
Yo, huh, like

[Chorus]
My nigga just fucked down your girl, cool
And you still took a flick with the bitch
If that was me, personally, I would've run straight 'round with a kitch'
Pure cocaine up her nose like Vicks
Canadian bitch wanna send me her tits
Can't really fuck with a ting from the UK no more, half of them got loose lips

[Verse]
Huh, Xanax and cocaine brains in blitzed
Uptown lookin' for brand-new kicks
My bro's in the trap, tryna find him a flicks
Last year, made me a stack from the coco
This year, too bait, give it to the jits
I'm down, bad, seeing mum I wanna frown
I'm fucked in the head, finna kill for the crown
I'm seeing numbers all the time that's what?
I’m seeing numbers all the time that's— huh
What does it mean? I don't know, let's ball
I've seen nuff fifty notes in my life and I'm starting to hate 'em like Ja Rule
Huh, one thing I hate, more than a thot is a nigga chattin', where's that tool? (Huh)
5'10", but the advance come tall
They never know but a nigga comin' to rule
Pop a Xan, trippin' like my lace undone
She pop molly tryna get my fly's undone
She's militant, tryna make me buss like gun
Cute face, pussy come tight like a nun
She want me, she don't even know that sum
I'm rollin' one, I'm smokin' one
I'm marga but I still hold that ton
I-I come from the ends where they call me shun

[Chorus]
My nigga just fucked down your girl, cool
An-and, you still took a flick with the bitch
If that was me, p-personally, I would've run straight 'round with a kitch'
Pure cocaine up her nose like Vicks
Canadian bitch wanna send me her tits
Can't really fuck with a ting from the UK no more, half of them got loose lips