Distance

Intro

And she gone show me fake love and tell me good lies

Why yo **** think he fuckin wit me that’s a good high

He was looking for his bitch in the club she went missing

And I know that bag coming cuz my palms keep itchin

Chorus

All this bape and this Dior she gone fuck in chrome hearts

In my chest it’s white gold iont got no chrome heart

You gone drowned in that water you don’t got no street smarts

Lil Bruh a Killa whale all he do is eat shark

Nerd **** in my comments like these bitches want attention

You ain’t talking Bouta bag iont got no comprehension

Up pole on a **** how you get rid of the tension

Yeah they know they did you wrong that’s why they been actin distant

Verse

Bag on me, pole on me, lil **** keep yo distance

She ain’t never had a **** like me well keep wishin

He was lookin for his bitch in the club she went missin

Ik that bag on the way cuz my palms keep itching

I’m steady fighting All these demons In this palm angels

Ik I’m stuck up in my ways I’m tryna untangle

It’s hella squares in yo circle it’s a rectangle

You can run that bag up wit the correct angle

Call my **** benson he gone show you that is regular

The bitch called my phone said she finna meet her regular

And you cannot compare me to yo **** cuz he regular

Take a step back in the mirror who you wanna be

That **** name on paperwork then he ain’t one of me

And they gone show they true colors if you wanna see

And they gone tell you that you fake if you disagree

Lay a **** out like Freetos it ain’t no chippin

You let ‘em trick you out yo spot it ain’t no trick in me

You better worry bout yo kids before you mention me

Brotha put on every chain he think he mr T

In this big body long sleeve just enjoy the ride

Had to block the bitch for the night to enjoy my high

**** I just ordered some habitchi it’s not stir fry

If she don’t got a good bag I tell her goodbye

And She gone show me fake love and tell me good lies

Why yo **** think he fuckin wit me that’s a good high

Ima give a **** breaking news like it’s channel 5

I was dead broke now that bag make me feel alive

Slidin **** fucking up the gears finna break the engine

Ima take em on a high speed iont do the limit

Everybody showin fake love when they see you

Winnin

Klockin while I’m sippin don jo now my head spinnin