W Hotel (feat. Toosii)

Yeah

I used to take my lil' Hennessy, mix it with Red Bull

And ain't no way no bitch gon' run my head like tempo

My 1942 hittin', used to wear Kenzo

Wrote this shit in the W, not in the bando

But, bae, I miss the bando and I don't miss you

Too many issues, fuck you, I love my pistol

So sick and tired of arguments, like where's the thug in me?

Nowadays these girls come easy, ain't no fun for me

Where's the excitement? She take the trill out it

I can't take no disrespect, you know we kill 'bout it

I'ma make it big if I had, I put my kids on it

Last night hit the bar with her, she make a deal 'bout it

Loyalty over dishonor, this ain't no diss song

Fuck around put my chains on her then get her lips done

I quit drinking alcohol, look what it does to me

Tired taking bitches home from the club just to have fun with me

She keep saying she done with me, then she keep callin' me

She keep wanting to talk, shut the fuck up, bitch, and gargle me

I stop wasting time, I put more time in my artistry

Cut her off, now she ain't shit to me, now that's the boss in me

We so on and off, whoa, it's like a PlayStation

See all this money and time, feel like I'm wasting it

I wanna go back to the time when I just lay in it

Now I just hit it and go, don't bother taping it

I used to take my lil' Hennessy mix it with Red Bull

And ain't no way no bitch gon' run my head like tempo

My 1942 hittin', used to wear Kenzo

Wrote this shit in the W, not in the bando

Pull up and shoot out the whip

All of my **** together, we use to share clothes so I ain't never needed a bitch

She wanna meet at the W, I send security, I'm at the top floor

Know she a 10 out of 10, every girl that I hit, they be hotter than pot roast

I gotta keep me a 30, I been ridin' dirty, that just what the Glock hold

I never drink up with brodie, I know that he leanin' right off of the wok tho

Yeah

I'm with Pressa and Pressure, two geeks in the lab like Dexter

New Rolls Royce, it's electric Spectre

Got me all on my feels, won't text her

Ay, Pressa

Yo, Crodie

I'm at the top of the W, I got some hoes tryna link with the homies

I am not saving a ho, everyone gotta go, I'm not Toosii the goalie

Used to take my lil' meds straight to the head when I felt lonely

I used to take my lil' Hennessy, mix it with Red Bull

And ain't no way no bitch gon' run my head like tempo

My 1942 hittin', used to wear Kenzo

Wrote this shit in the W, not in the bando

But, bae, I miss the bando and I don't miss you

Too many issues, fuck you, I love my pistol

So sick and tired of arguments, like where's the thug in me?

Nowadays these girls come easy, ain't no fun for me

Nowadays these girls come easy ain't no fun for me

Nowadays these girls come easy ain't no fun for me