Me and her, we just evolved, that's a good way to put it Just ran up a hunnid' ball, bitch, I don't know where to put it Bro got his shh— tryna run from 12, he just threw it in the bushes You ain't on shit, boy, I could tell, you a loser, you a rookie I went from broke, to tryna justify why I shouldn't buy it all Just popped another, I could touch the sky, I'm getting right with God I'm not yo' brother, not yo' fuckin' guy, can't hang with me at all If you really loved yo' fucking life, wouldn't play with me at all B—But my fit a hunnid thousand Just ten for the kicks Could tell he not about it, he pretend, he a bitch I cannot leave without it, bitch, the friends with the stick You could put yo' head down, but all yo' friends might get hit V12, AMG He tell, that he can't ride with me He smell, some shit he ain't heard of yet I just paid retail, for some shit you ain't earnin' yet Five hunnid' dollar tee, Japanese, can't pronounce (Haha) She wan' stay the night with me, shawty, please, just get out You think you fear fightin' me, bitch please, everybody get down We barely worried 'bout police, we just creep, don't make a sound God damn, I love this ho, she a freak, she go cray' Finna blow, we light it up Boy, this could be yo' final day Me and her, we just evolved, that's a good way to put it Just ran up a hunnid' ball, bitch, I don't know where to put it Bro got his shh— tryna run from 12, he just threw it in the bushes You ain't on shit, boy, I could tell, you a loser, you a rookie I went from broke, to tryna justify why I shouldn't buy it all Just popped another, I could touch the sky, I'm getting right with God I'm not yo' brother, not yo' fuckin' guy, can't hang with me at all If you really loved yo' fucking life, wouldn't play with me at all