come through baby let roll shooting niggas in the face like I'm deathstroke rap so complex like a textbook you know im playing baby im just tryna test you I'm not starboy but i think can bless you I'm just tired baby girl can i text you would you come over and listen to my next tune my life so different ever since I met you there was times i was thinking bout the backroads im sorry i don't mean to sound like an asshole all these bad ass bitches from the last show they got booty that can shake the whole household they don't like to shout i just like to rap slow everybody shocked by the way that i show eating rap in my mouth like its nasco all these bling on my body like a narco yeah. thought it was over? my rap so smooth make them niggas still dey lag where the party like we stay in unilag i love you baby but you know i gotta chase the bag can't fuck w these niggas they might take my life i was multitasking i was tryna save my time i gotta write lines and that shit took my time but im back so tell em put the keys in the back just seat back relax and listen to my rap walking all these roads like where's the next road. 1,2,3 and i back on this going hard gotta put the bitches in escrow im just cruising through every town that i know