Finna Go Ot E

You could hit a rent, it's like a thousand For the verse now. I'm in lame jeans, got me flexed up like A workout. This bitch fell in love, man, I don't think this could work out. Goin' up, yeah, you know my phone chirp now. Lot of niggas think I'm worth more than I'm Worth now. Damn, I paid a couple hundred for My shirt, wow. Boy, see thirty-four, bitches gettin' irked now. They look up to me, I'm tryna control the Earth now. Smokin' mad buds, yeah, We smokin' out the pound. Sorry, bitch, I'm sorry, baby, I'm finna go out Of town. With my nigga Nick, we in a Cadillac, yeah. Yeah, they say my tone all bad, yeah. He say he gettin' bands, I'm like, "Where?" Go 'head, get yourself out there, boy, why you Scared? But sometimes I do not know what to wear. White bitch, yeah, she playin' with my hair. Squad, squad, squad, Squad. Squad. He say he gettin' bands, I'm like, "Where?" Go 'head, get yourself out there, boy, why you Scared? But sometimes I do not know what to wear. White bitch, yeah, she playin' with my Hair.