aye I'm on my own the Benz truck I road I'm taking it home the Gucci I'm wearing was sown already know who I'm with I'm steady with that drip too much ice on my wrist I'm feeling that tick I got the bags like sick in the lab with rick she wnt my kid like ick I don really care for love all I needs that click tryna make my heart melt like candle stick b this ain't free wAnna come talk to me