Random Bitch

I don't let her hit my weed Shawty up and throw a tantrum Been up straight for seven weeks Hoping I can keep my bands up God made me for this, motherfucker That's the mantra I just hit my cannabis It turned me to a phantom I don't let her hit my weed Shawty up and throw a tantrum Been up straight for seven weeks Hoping I can keep my bands up God made me for this, motherfucker That's the mantra I just hit my cannabis It turned me to a phantom "Fake it till you make it" Motherfucker, what is that? She wanna be my girlfriend Cuz I'm never low on cash F*ck her then fondu her Cuz I'm all about my class Pass her to the homie Lately he been in his bag Kaso been way back Kinda like he never left Dwelling in my liar Cuz my music has me set Another album dropping Guess I'm all about the bread Champagne cork popping Cuz I used to be depressed Got psychotic tendencies Since twelve I've been on meds He not talking legos When he says it's on the set The music bringing bitches And it's getting to my head And Hater staying mad Because his bitch is getting wet I don't let her hit my weed Shawty up and throw a tantrum Been up straight for seven weeks Hoping I can keep my bands up God made me for this, motherfucker That's the mantra I just hit my cannabis It turned me to a phantom I don't let her hit my weed Shawty up and throw a tantrum Been up straight for seven weeks Hoping I can keep my bands up God made me for this, motherfucker That's the mantra I just hit my cannabis It turned me to a phantom Smoking daywrecker But I'm killing any record I been doing better So I'm down for that whenever Focused on acceptance homie I'm not talking letters Other rappers mad Because my squad can do it better I been in a boat because I'm all about my treasure My homies aren't afraid of you They pop out at whoever Team behind me writing And I know that they be clever Balling twelve o clock Homie this ain't Cinderella I don't let her hit my weed Shawty up and throw a tantrum Been up straight for seven weeks Hoping I can keep my bands up God made me for this, motherfucker That's the mantra I just hit my cannabis It turned me to a phantom I don't let her hit my weed Shawty up and throw a tantrum Been up straight for seven weeks Hoping I can keep my bands up God made me for this, motherfucker That's the mantra I just hit my cannabis It turned me to a phantom I don't let her hit my weed Shawty up and throw a tantrum Been up straight for seven weeks Hoping I can keep my bands up God made me for this, motherfucker That's the mantra I just hit my cannabis It turned me to a phantom