6 Months

Told that girl I'ma be rich in six months, she ain't believe in me Now I'm on IG, switching the scenery, this shit ain't a dream to me She in my DMs, talking bout she missing me, talking bout she needing me Fucked up my heart, but i ran up a bag, I text her, "thank you for meeting me" She ask why I ain't pressed by shit she did, that's just the P in me You doing too much we ain't even gotta pop out, just stay low-key with me If it ain't bout bread, I don't wanna talk, just keep it street with me This ice on me, it's cold as hell, like hell, I keep that heat with me You walking around, pockets loose like Kraft, I keep that cheese with me These niggas ain't even my opps, they just jealous, got secret beef with me Too high to even respond, you ain't got no money, can't even speak to me They all up in my face, talkin bout love, they deceiving me You like jewelry, I like money, baby, I'ma get your both You like drugs and I love em, let's get so high we start to float You like sex and I like sex, so baby, come here, stretch ya throat I'm that nigga and you that (bitch), I don't even say that shit no more I can't wait till my first stage, know I'ma rock out at that show He ain't even jump straight off the porch, he threw some rocks across the road Took a break from wearing Crocs, I put some LVs on my toes I can't walk around with a drac, I put that Glock inside my clothes All these niggas tryna copy, that shit OV, niggas, clones I might walk right past your girl, she gon' look back "What's your cologne?" All these niggas tryna copy, that shit OV, niggas, hoes I might walk right past your girl, she gon' look back like "What's your cologne?"