London, Paris, Amsterdam, yeah, I'm overseas
She gon' suck my soul out me, yeah, she on her knees
Inhale, exhale, yeah, breathe
12 ask me, "What's that smell?" Yeah, weed
I ain't leaving no paper trail, yeah, this shit free
Overlapped them niggas, hell yeah, I'm in the lead
You ain't nothin' like me, you don't bleed what I bleed
Put the blick down, I'll beat your ass just like Creed
She know nothin' 'bout me, I'm 'bout to turn her into a freak
My dick her Nyquil, I'm bout to fuck this bitch to sleep
I'm the reason you got double B on your feet
Ain't gotta ask if I'm good, I'm Gucci, yeah, I'm double G
I wish I could go back in time to tell myself, "Your neck gon' freeze"
I wish I could go back in time to tell myself, "Don't change a thing"
I wish I could go back in time to meet you way before I did
I wish I could go back in time to tell myself, "You gon' be rich"
When I'm in Miami, I feel like LeBron, number 6
Everyday I wake up, I'm feelin' myself like BNYX
I just bit her, yeah, I just bit her, I gave her a hick'
I take her shoppin' all the time, but that's my girl so I ain't trippin'
I'm in London, I just left Harrods and Selfridges
That boy repeat everything he hear like a parrot, he a bitch
The last bitch I broke up with slit her wrist
I'm trollin', I just treat her like she no longer exists
London, Paris, Amsterdam, yeah, I'm overseas
She gon' suck my soul out me, yeah, she on her knees
Inhale, exhale, yeah, breathe
12 ask me, "What's that smell?" Yeah, weed
I ain't leaving no paper trail, yeah, this shit free
Overlapped them niggas, hell yeah, I'm in the lead
You ain't nothin' like me, you don't bleed what I bleed
Put the blick down, I'll beat your ass just like Creed
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