Triple Double

I don't smoke menthol

Got confetti in my lungs

Got a broken jaw

'Cause they won't shoot the one on one

And I'm a ball hog, I ball hard

I'm all net, I'm all boards

I'm no boy, I'm all gold, no glitter on me

I'm all soul, black Bowie with a little Kobe

I do better on my own

I do better on my own

I do better on my own

I do better on my own

It's hard to sleep when I don't dream

My eyes are red staring at the street lights

Papa say stay on my twos

Back to my Ps and my Qs

I say, fuck all your Q and As

Stood on my own twos, they ain't on my level

My E and my Q, I put the G in Q

Bitch, I'm a G and I'm cute

Parlay with Jean in the coupe

She can't name the name of my jeans and it's cool

I could just tell that they ain't in my school, my league, my level

They ain't Ivy League so they more Irish Spring, clean

I'ma come clean till I lather my leather

Paint on my nail, but don't rattle my feather (Boy)

Don't go and get killed by that lil' boy in a kilt

I just bought a vest and upgraded my will

That's how I feel, for real

Boy, don't get tilt

Don't go get your cap peeled

Fuck you mean, how does it feel?

Now how does it feel for real?

I do better on my own

I do better on my own

I do better on my own

I do better on my own

Big carrots/carats on me

Black girl, blond beach

Man of the year, girls in my ear

Diamonds and pearls in my hair, yeah

Sitting sideways four

Vogues to the concrete

Rick Flare drip right here

Talking 'bout Gucci, got hundred pairs

They unaware

Homie ain't my homie

Don't act like you know me

Easy way to get your shit chopped