Where the bros at? I'm tryna bend. Like, who tryna call me they friend? KD, Guh, Matt, Sam. I'm knockin' both of my hands. Oh, she's really a hip shit, she tryna dance. Like, how many times did I send? Six, what? Oh, it's a fan. Fact that I got low on his nans. Maddie, Paul, both of them dead. You ran through fifth, we big through legs. Linux, seven, that shit dead.

Like, who been on your mind? Who got your time? Who been vibin' with and why can't they be mine? They used to be texting me, talking to me, calling me a slime And now you treat me like my with us in the dark!

I'm good at manners.

Soapp lowkey popped off had me singing with him

Yo isn't the right to towers in New York are they still up or did anything happen to him haven't heard anything in a long time

Bro, you ain't Batman, bruh. You ain't Batman.

You pray today. Did you pray today? Cause imma take you down on some gangsta shit, yeah.

Teddy, I want like Teddy. Brett would not let it get Brett-y. Teddy my voice and everything. Teddy ain't shut to the album how you look like Teddy. I'm not from New York.

I was just listening to that song. You should be texting me, telling me how you feel inside. Gotta treat me like the way I feel inside.

Kobe watching me from heaven as I shot his name while I toss a Fruitloop into a hooker's butt hole