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