Pick Your Poison

You tryna cry in New England or New Orleans?

You tryna cry in a Nissan or a Rarri?

You tryna cry in a G-Shocks or a Carti?

Yeah, you tryna fuck a boss or your stalker?

Yeah, you tryna fuck a runner or a baller?

Yeah, you tryna be a bum or a boss bitch?

You tryna cry in houses or apartments?

Yeah, you tryna cry in Miami or Milwaukee?

Yeah, you tryna cry in Saint Lucia or Saint Thomas?

You tryna cry in a Buick or a BRABUS?

You tryna live at home or a coffin?

If I was you, pussy, I would stop that talking

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Yeah, I done counted up green so long, my thumb look just like a fucking pickle

I ain't leaving the studio, we in Houston, tell Eric bring the Strippers

She told me she on the game, but I like it, baby, I'll play it with ya

She ain't putting on no Jordans, my bitch bossed up in Chanelly tennis

****, fuck with that Garçons, I can't come cheap, I'm dripped in chrome

Ten thousand for these Givenchy pants, and I can't put this shit back on

****, I'on get high off weed, when they look, it had pills in my lungs

Yeah, I ain't even tryna get kissed, still got pill powder on my tongue, yeah

My heart, so full of anger

I'm going out with my banger

Maybach backed in at the hangar

You don't need keys to switch the crank up

Young Don Dada, Ronald Reagan

I remember hoes who was tryna play me, now I'm saying hoes tryna have my baby

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah

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You tryna cry in New England or New Orleans?

You tryna cry in a Buick or a BRABUS?

You tryna live at home or a coffin?

If I was you, pussy, I would stop that talking