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How you getting mad? I just wanna do my own thing Yea, my bitch want me to go and drop a bag But i just bought some jeans just for me Yea, and she's the one that's thirsty it's not me Yea, she's the one that's pulling up on me Yea, but she's the one that's killing all my dreams Can you please just stay the f*ck away from me I'm at the Roxy, i'm high as f*ck, i'm high end Once i pour this double cup lil' baby, i start flying Start to feel like Cooper Kupp, score touchdowns, i'm not trying Fly out to your city, ima touchdown, i'm not driving Once i get real fried man, i just feel like dying Painted the walls with blood, now the walls are finally drying Started off as my friend, now you come for my head Girl you always lying, i know you want my end I deal with anxiety lil' bitch, i just need silence I gotta big body whip, it's cyan I gotta big body whip like Zion I gotta bad bitch, she always crying You gotta smoke a pound to get this high, yea I'm doing what they desire You can see the look in his eye, yea I been getting all this money i can't even count I been smoking too much za, too much loud You keep flexing bout some shit that we all doubt I got power in my voice, when i speak don't make a sound I been the top dog of all this shit, i been top hound They try to control me, they know that i never calm down I got the white bitches up in here, they doing coke they wild I got some bitches up in here, they love my clothes and style