New York

Ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy I'm high on drugs in a S580, I'm still worried 'bout my– Okay, okay, ayy Ayy, don't respond to no calls Don't have withdrawals I buy all the lean I can get Ain't given' my all to a hoe with flaws I can't pop Xans', I'll forget I spent it all, well a nigga want a pint I gotta make that shit right back Not one hoe say that's cap Niggas posted all that money to they name on an app Ain't nothin' I want out of Saks I'm really just high and I came with a brat Too fast for losin' the grip I'm doggin' the hawk but I'm scared of the cat Fuck Tris, I'ma put it on a hat Shit we did, we was broke, I'll never go back Can't love too hard from afar But the shit still there, you just gotta know that Man, whatever, ayy Ayy, my mama been callin' I love you, I'm lookin' for mud I'm scorin' lean in a scrimmage He sip for a image I never would give him a song I'm on my way out the world Can't turn to a villain 'Cause I'm the one showin' the love I ain't really mean it, I guess it's up I got demons and few I trust Goin' top speed in a big wide truck Jokes on me, R.I.P. my cup Ayy, no bap, ayy Ayy, ayy I'm high on drugs in a S580 I'm still worried 'bout my–, hm Ayy, ayy I'm high on drugs in a S580 I'm still worried 'bout my– Don't respond to no calls Don't have withdrawals I buy all the lean I can get Ain't given' my all to a hoe with flaws I can't pop Xans', I'll forget I spent it all Well a nigga want a pint I gotta make that shit right back Hm, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy