drop the bag off just to get another , fuckin this cash off , and blow it like it's nothin cold like jack frost just put me in the oven count me out, bitch u better take a number all designer on me , I aint got no stylist, drippin like I'm floatin to an island keep my distance, cuz they foldin and I'm solid never told on my bro on my soul I I'm ain't lyin If i gotta go again , I just hope somebody writin automatic pressure , like a job I been applying , no cap I kept it silent ask about me like a client I do bad on my own , but it's worse cuz imma dive in