2AM In Dallas

(You're not making this easy, Kyle)

Bitch

Yeah

Huh, yeah

Amiris saggin', I be walkin' 'round with heavy paper

Shooter get like Dame, he get to bustin' out the Chevy Blazer

She can't turn around from turn-around 'cause I already paid her

I knew I'd win when I didn't have a pot to piss in, I was optimistic

Burning hoes in the foreign, treat it like a Honda Civic

Titi fiendin', see a rock, she gotta get it

In Texas, play after play, I'm out here Popovichin'

Ain't no Quali' in my coffee cup, it's Wock' up in it

So much Wocky in my cup, forgot it's pop up in it

Five-seveN, put it down and show you that I got them bitches

When you was washin' dishes, I was hoppin' fences

Why the fuck you in the mall if you ain't shoppin' in it?

I can triple up if I just put it in the pot and spin it

Talkin' 'bout he hittin' buckets, I just watched him brick it

Throw dog on FakeWatchBusta, all his watches tickin'

Them bags got my pockets too fat, Fred Godson

We up enough to put an M on his head and turn to Majin

Me and brodie talkin' real spicy like Tajín

It's two hoes and one J1Hunnit, we ménagin'

I told 'em this an us thing, I don't like monogamy

I'm ridin' behind five-percent tint, the seats massagin' me

The unemployment gone, this shit done fucked up the economy

The man with the method, I sell sauce, but not the condiment

I'm almost out the game and the feeling is astonishin'

The fans scream my name and they praisin' my accomplishments

I'm hard on a bitch, I don't never give her compliments

I told her put the money in my hand, I wanna fondle it

I'm ballin' so hard, they wanna box me, Nate Robinson

Seen an opp and swung a chair at him like Jonathan

My plug chargin' five for the eagle like Donovan

I told him we can get ten for it if unc' tumble it

Turnin' in early, twenty jacks and a PS5

Your jeweler got you lookin' crazy, boy, I see SIs

Thousand shots turn your function into CSI

Ocean view, open the blinds for a peace of mind

Face card got a **** movin' like a secret spy

I think I'm finna fly to Cornwall, I wanna see St. Ives

Put a **** head on a stick, Lord of the Flies

Them guys put some green on his top like sprinkled chives

Send them robbers in your crib, they finna walk you to the safe

For a dub, had habibi stalkin' out his place

My ears don't work unless you tryna talk about some pape'

Fresh to death like I done hopped up out a coffin in this Bape

I'm in the spot advertisin' real blow, my ****, not the vape

I'm experienced with the wrist, I know how to flip a crate

I used to scrape up change, now it ain't shit to sell a tape

Them **** hard on the 'Gram, but really wouldn't bust a grape