weird (feat. jaydes)

50 round, weird mag

Make him disappear, yeah

Louis V, weird bag

Tesla, I don't steer, man

I don't even love these hoes, these bitches be weird, man

Bitch I got too many sticks, I'm a very feared, man

50 round, weird mag

Make him disappear, yeah

Louis V, weird bag

Tesla, I don't steer, man

I don't even love these hoes, these bitches be weird, man

Bitch I got too many sticks, I'm a very feared, man

(You have no heart!)

Yeah, a fuck **** gon' cough it up

These bitches gon' talk it up

Like some telemarketers

Yeah, 50 racks, designer jeans, bitch on me

No campfire, keep that stick on me

Got a OG, doing kits with me

I got Amiri on, I'm not talkin' 'bout Rich

Choppa on switch, its gon' blow you a kiss

I made a 100 just copped me some Rick

No number 2 but I'm back on my shit

They be like "Jaydes why you gotta flex like this?"

I said "Twizzy, shut up"

Ha, bitch, I'm on my come up

Just wanna fuck, I don't wanna cuddle