Sober Dober

Went to Joshua Tree, was feeling like I'm Cactus Jack

I'm sober dober, mental good, don't need to smoke no pack

I called her over, I laid down, and then she rubbed my back

I broke her vertebrae, that's the only way I pay her back

I copped a BNB up on the beach, need to relax

Everyday I'm thinking 'bout new ways to get these stacks

Gold up in my mouth, and yeah, my fit's a couple racks

And if you ain't my twin, my ****, I ain't tryna match

I like my girls a little hood, yeah, a little ratchet

And if she loyal, I return it by upping her fashion

She said she need her hair and nails did, and she want some lashes

I'm pushing P, I keep it gangsta every single day

I'm always worried 'bout myself, lil boy, I never hate

Yeah, that's the difference between us both, is that you always late

I show up punctual, because I'm always showing face

And I ain't scared of no one, ****, I'll pull up anywhere

She know the rules, she come inside, take off yo underwear

I lick her down, I dick her down, her Uber on the way

How much you spending on your homie to get out the pen?

You **** cap, you **** lame, and we was never friends

And I ain't reaching out to no one, ****, not again

Was left on seen so many times, resentment sinking in