Fell In Love

She wanna know who I am, she don't give a f- who I was I knew that she was a fan, for real, that's why I'm - with her I know you ain't havin' bands for real, and you know my pockets stuffed I don't remember her name for real, but I know that she fell in love DMT, ecstasy, yeah, I'm off them drugs Yeah, I'm rockin' Givenchy, paid two bands for these, yeah And I ain't talkin' coffee, but I walk 'round with a mug Three shots get that - off me, bet you won't survive these slugs I think I'm too young to fall in love I think she too sprung, I been shot callin' her Yeah, uh, think she too spoiled, she get what she want, yeah I just blocked her number, she said, "What you on?" She said, "You trippin', you movin' holly" I said, "You trippin', see you on molly" Gas, ridin' around in big bodies Oh, that's your -? Link her, I said, "Copy" I got these bands, now she can't get off me It been a lot of n- tryna cross me No, it ain't - to cut a - off A blessing or lesson, -, what you taught? You ain't heard what I heard, you ain't saw what I saw I walk through TSA with contraband, I'm breakin' the law I go shopping and I spend a couple bands, that's how I get off Saw Shawty, she was with another man, so I cut her off I'm titanium, these - soft And I control these - like a crane, oh yeah, I'm way too raw I had to stop talkin' to my Armenian, 'cause she way too far I was - with her twin, but she stopped - with me 'Cause I couldn't tell them apart I was - on both of them -, that's on God The Maybach, it came with the Rolls, the Rolls came with the stars The Patek, it came in rose gold, yeah, I'm livin' large I got Balenciaga boots on like I'm ready to march I put cologne all over my clothes like a star I'm still - on my ex -, she say I stole her heart You might not understand it, but it's beautiful, my love art I got under her panties, I'm under her leotard I pour lean up, I pour fours when I'm parched See me, I'm all bite, all these n- do is bark I put the codeine on the ice, yeah, before my night starts She ain't gonna pull up tonight, unless you got the right car She wanna know who I am, she don't give a f- who I was I knew that she was a fan, for real, that's why I'm - with her I know you ain't havin' bands for real, and you know my pockets stuffed I don't remember her name for real, but I know that she fell in love DMT, ecstasy, yeah, I'm off them drugs Yeah, I'm rockin' Givenchy, paid two bands for these, yeah And I ain't talkin' coffee, but I walk 'round with a mug Three shots get that - off me, bet you won't survive these slugs I think I'm too young to fall in love I think she too sprung, I been shot callin' her Yeah, uh, I think she too spoiled, she get what she want, yeah I just blocked her number, she said, "What you on?"