I'm on a bend like: Wassup?
Bend like wassup
I'm on a bad bend on these pills, man
And this shit don't stop, I'm on a bad bend
I pop a pill man, pop a Perc, man
Man, this shit don't pop, Percocet
I drop a big album every time, I do
And shit don't flop, that shit be flopping

Yeah, do this all the time, wah
Demons on my line
Hol' up, hol' up
I got money, I got money all the time
Oh, oh, oh, hol' up
I don't give fucks, I'm saying
So I do this all the time, huh

I do whatever I want, huh
I do whatever I want, yeah, what
'Bout to go back to back, bitch
Album like every damn month, yes
Huh, I got a slime of the month, huh
It's 'bout that time of the month, yeah
Time of the- What?

I feel like making a beat, bitch
So I make me this beat, I made it, hoe
We finna get you deceased, tch
We finna call up the fleet, bah
Shoot his ass up, it's a scrimmage, bop bop
Uh, hit him: Bye-bye, on his feet, yeah

Now they only walking in they sleep, huh
Michael Jack, walk on my feet, miney
I'm gonna walk on the beat
I'm 'bout the turn up the sheep, luh turn up, sheep

I got demons on my mind
Demons on my line, line
Every song I call him on my phone
I know he lying, every time
You don't know the song
So I told you every time
And you know I'm balling
Had to score, you know that's fine

I'm in that slime time with that GLE Tonka
That big body rip out the curb, and it's swerving a—
What?
I ain't ever heard no shit from a pussy, lil bitch
You best know that I heard enough, heard enough
Pull up with Glocks, and we shoot his ass up, he gon' die
We gon' fire and mufucking burn him up
I made a mil' every day of this month, and, lil bitch
You know that I'm rich, that's what you heard of

Yeah, do this all the time, bad bend
Demons on my line
Hol' up, hol' up
I got money, I got money all the time
Oh, oh, oh
I don't give fucks, I'm saying
So I do this all the time
Ooh, ooh, ooh

I'm on a bend like: What's up?
I'm on a bad bend on these pills, man
And this shit don't stop
I pop a pill man, pop a Perc, man
Man, this shit don't pop, Percocet
I drop a big album every time, I do
And shit don't flop, that shit don't be flopping

I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want, yeah, what
'Bout to go back to back, bitch
Album like everyday month, bitches
Huh, I got a slime of the month, huh
It's 'bout that time of the month, yeah
Time of the- What?

I feel like making a beat, bitch
So I make me this beat, I made it, hoe
We finna get you deceased, tch
We finna call up the fleet, bah
Shoot his ass up, it's a scrimmage, bop bop
Uh, hit him: Bye-bye, on his feet, yeah

Now they only walking in they sleep, huh
Michael Jack, walk on my feet, miney
I'm gonna walk on the beat
I'm 'bout the turn up the sheep, luh turn up, sheep

I got demons on my mind
Demons on my line, line
Every song I call him on my phone
I know he lying, every time
You don't know the song
So I told you every time
And you know I'm balling
Had to score, you know that's fine