Roses

Ayy, they been tryna f*ck my vibe up, I'm tryna stamp my passport I'm gettin' so deep inside my bag, dog this goyard keep on fuckin' up If you tryna be for real, real, none of that shit compare to us I was bein' humble at first, but none of these niggas can't f*ck with me at none Ask about who pressing play, I'm the one that turn them up That lil' bitch, tried to turn her back on me like I ain't the one who press her buttons But really, I don't get pressed bout nothin', and real, I ain't stressin' nothin You know all these bitches comin' by the dozen like the rose come I gave too much sauce away, now they gotta pay me for it Big racks on my dinner plate, I ain't goin' back and forth I been dodgin' 12 back to back, shit got me paranoid And these bitches on that weird shit, all this shit been gettin' annoying I'm like, bitch, don't blow my high today, I been tryna fly away good dope in the microwave, every day a holiday Money countin', shh, shh, shh, that shit, that make me straight I been tryna hit a whole nother country, I been fucked up the state They like, really, I been feigning' for it, really, they been feigning' for it Streets been callin', they need more, like, f*ck it, gonna up the score I won't never sell my soul for it, like, f*ck it, kick another door Police say they want my piss, all this dope up in my pores They been tryna f*ck my vibe up, I'm tryna stamp my passport I'm gettin' so deep inside my bag, dog this goyard keep on fuckin' up If you tryna be for real, real, none of that shit compare to us I was bein' humble at first, but none of these niggas can't f*ck with me at none Ask about who pressing play, I'm the one that turn them up That lil' bitch, tried to turn her back on me like I ain't the one who press her buttons But really, I don't get pressed bout nothin', and real, I ain't stressin' nothin You know all these bitches comin' by the dozen like the rose come They been tryna f*ck my vibe up, I'm tryna stamp my passport I'm gettin' so deep inside my bed, I already go, y'all keep on fuckin' up If you tryna be for real, real, none of that shit compare to us I was bein' humble at first, but none of these niggas can't f*ck with me at nothing Ask about who pressing play, I'm the one that turn them up That lil' bitch, tried to turn her back on me like I ain't the one who press her buttons But really, I don't get pressed bout nothin', and real, I ain't stressin' nothin You know all these bitches comin' by the dozen like the rose come