Bitch getting her bag she all on my sack look at that bitch like ik she bad broke up with that bitch now she sad I look at my ex’s like aw you mad (chorus) we found the weed that shit on the table 😂 hit that shit twice and now I feel stable story’s come from my dawgs we call that shit fables free Keyshawn like damn six years that seem like a lot got a new bitch yeah she a thot she lookin at me like damn your hot 🥵 (verse 1) (Chorus) from the last song we eating that steak outs take hits from the bong yo ima jus space out I remember the teachers always tell me to get out beat the fuck out you’re mans I told him to sit down (Verse 2) (Chorus) Fuck on your bitch run from her dad now I’m looking at you and him like aw your mad I put on the gloves I beat that bitch ass Hit the bros with that puff puff pass The way we chase paper we sooner or later we flying first class