D.I.P

Who got syrup in Houston That's okay, I'll get my get back soon Aye, I'll get my get back soon That's okay, yeah, that's okay, I'll get my get back soon That's okay, yeah, that's okay I'll get my get back soon This a letter to my ex, I hope you drown in a pool All my diamonds, they been wet, they probably even wetter than you Don't get lost in the sauce I show niggas I'ma leave the boss I chase M's and I got what it cost I ain't never been a nigga in Lacoste At the Penthouse smoking through an ounce I be hearing that you going through a drought You love talk shit, spit it out Matter of fact, put the money where your mouth at You know what they doing on Snapchat, bitches selling pussy I gave you off white, you can have that, I ain't even trippin' Bitches always asking where the cash at, can't up hunnid Aye, get out my face, with your begging ass, I can't give you nothing Mr.Woes might be up to something I hear some millions coming I hear the bitch ass clapping 600 on a Fendi jacket Get all my bust downs, then I'ma sleep like a baby, yeah Bitch, I'm up now, you couldn't wait till a nigga was famous, aye I'm in Hong Kong with ten bad bitches getting faded, yeah That's okay, yeah, that's okay, I'll get my get back soon That's okay, yeah, that's okay I'll get my get back soon This a letter to my ex, I hope you drown in a pool