Interstate

(Two4)

She like baby where you at?

I told her I'm on the interstate

It was like the other day

I talk to choppa told me he was straight

He still on that bullshit even though he locked up in the gates

But they just free my brother Guap

So now its right back to the cake

I be catchin' plays, clutchin' K's know where you stay

Pussy boy you better not play, advise you don't get in my way

Clutchin' bad got me wearing jackets all in fucking May

Gettin' cash this what make me happy, rest of that shit fake

I do whatever to get paid

Yeah I get money every way

They say I'm stuck in my ways

And I'm like bitch get out my face

We can't link up its too late

Don't want friends they all snakes

Rock the show when I'm on stage

They count the back end with my bae

Since I came up

They say I changed up

Bitch you know I stay with a banga

One in the chamber

Since you been tryna get your name up

You gon' be famous

Bitch we gon' blow yo' fuckin' brains up

And leave you banged up

My cousin Boo tell me don't trip

He playin' again go fuck his face up

Everything I say the truth

Get off my dick and get yo cake up

These **** act like my bitch

And put on thongs and wear some makeup

We always did our shit

I guess that's the reason they hate us

She like baby where you at

I told her I'm on the interstate

It was like the other day

I talk to Choppo told me he was straight

He still on that bullshit even though he locked up in the gates

But they just free my brother Guap

So now its right back to the cake

I be catchin' plays, clutchin' K's know where you stay

Pussy you better not play, advise you don't get in my way

Clutchin' bad got me wearing jackets all in fucking May

Gettin' cash this what make me happy, rest of that shit fake

New York in the Uber I'm faded

Sipping lean I'm in love with the taste

Keep guns like I was in the navy

My time right now, shit crazy

Can't lie it feel amazing

Lil' bitch wanna have my baby

I can't fuck all night gotta catch my flight

So you know I ain't staying

For better days I been praying

I'm never gone hold out my hand

I was lit when I pull up on Dan

Smoking loud I can't hear what you saying (Can't hear what you sayin')

My pockets stay full of them bands (They full of them bands)

For my family I do what I can

All that fake love thats that shit that I don't need

Shit so deep when I cry my eyes bleed

Say they fuck with me I know they don't fuck with me

Im getting it in they been having time to sleep

She like baby where you at

I told her I'm on the interstate

It was like the other day

I talk to Choppo told me he was straight

He still on that bullshit even though he locked up in the gates

But they just free my brother Guap

So now its right back to the cake

I be catchin' plays, clutchin k's know where you stay

Pussy boy you better not play, advise you don't get in my way

Clutchin bad got me wearing jackets all in fucking May

Gettin' cash this what make me happy, rest of that shit fake

(I'm on a mag, I'm on a mag)

(And I'm like me, I'm on the interstate, me I'm on the interstate, uh)

(Sometimes the shit I'm livin')

(Fuck with me but she gon' get it)