(Intro): Yeaaah, yeaaah, yeaaah x 7 (Verse 1): Yeah you know I'm stackin' Never ever lackin' Tell that little hoe to pull up if she wants some action I've been moving forward, I ain't never going back there Only 19, and this year's been a good year Imma' blow like good, yeah I feel like it ain't fair I feel like I do to much for n****s that ain't been there But I'll still ride for you, I'll still cry for you If it came down to it, probably hold a 9 for you But I feel like, we ain't got too much in common I feel like you giving me too much drama I feel like you giving into the gossip Not tryna' be rude, but know not all ya problems, my problems (Hook): I'm just tryna' make this shit clear I don't give a fuck if you go or if you're here Gucci on my face, so you know this shit rare It's Henny in my system, so you know I don't care (Chorus): Doo, doo, doo, oh, ooh Askin' how my heart's so cold Doo, doo, doo, oh, ooh I've been here smoking o's You said you want to up and go You ain't got nowhere to go I don't really care, but all I know is that yo bags waiting at the front door (Bridge): See, see I've been real as shit You can't be real for shit Always so quick to switch Know it got to be that bitch If I see her, it's lit (Verse 2): Yeah, you know that I'm on it I wanted so many things, let you know all about it I've been so faded that all I'm seeing is cloud You know that when I pull up, they all showing out I can't see why, you won't be mine I don't need that, but you know I'll be back No, noo ,noo, nooo, no, nooo x 7 (Chorus): Doo, doo, doo, oh, ooh Askin' how my heart's so cold Doo, doo, doo, oh, ooh I've been here smoking o's You said you want to up and go You ain't got nowhere to go I don't really care, but all I know is that yo bags waiting at the front door (Outro): Yeaaah, yeaaah, yeaaaah x 7

bitch Yea Message Im not the one to be messed with Stressin Im not the type to be stressin shit I check em Thats right I forget em On these hoes I'm flexin On these hoes I'm flexin I hope you get the message Ah I hope you get the message I hope you get the message Ah , ah , ah, I hope you get the message I hope you get the message Ah , ah That hoe poppin pain killers I been with some real killers Dont post me ass you woman crush you know I dont deal with you I can't do this shit no more I really need some space And when you give me space Dont want you all up in my face And don't you watch my story tryna see where we be at you tryna get a follow back ill never hit you back Lit nigga, acting like I'm rich n**** You aint doing shit with your life lurkin on my twitter You aint doing shit thats why you wife sucking on my n****s Sleeping on the floor and spend your last for the sprite n**** You thought that you made me but last time I checked I been littta You are not my type You will never pipe Never in your life Message Im not the one to be messed with Stressin Im not the type to be stressin shit I check em Thats right I forget em On these hoes I'm flexin On these hoes I'm flexin I hope you get the message Ah I hope you get the message I hope you get the message Ah Ah Ah yea I hope you get the message I hope you get the message Crosses on my motherfuckin body Thought I told you I don't need nobody They keep calling Ima keep declining Wish somebody come and try me But to me I keep em speechless I could give a fuck about them chickens that you be with Cause I know that I'm that bitch that you gon' wanna leave with 20 years old you said I'm grown like Angelina, you fiending i see it Message Im not the one to be messed with Stressin Im not the type to be stressin shit I check em Thats right I forget em On these hoes I'm flexin On these hoes I'm flexin I hope you get the message Ah I hope you get the message I hope you get the message Ah Ah Ah yea I hope you get the message I hope you get the message Bitch Dont send me texts Cause you know like How these phones be Ima just leave you on read

Yaaaa, oohh yaaa, ooh ohh ya, yaaa ohh ohhh Broke boys really make me nervous now Paper steady stacking and thats why I see em lurking round See them trying to be all buddy buddy with my circle now No niggas round me unless they gotta fucking purpose now Didnt want to fuck with me they asking where the features now They think Im moving funny I just told em I peep it now, keep it down You dont want me spilling all your details now Thought that I was grimy then, but Im even more grimy now Oo Im grimy now, oo Im grimy now, oo im grimy now, Im ten ninty real grimy, real grimy now, ten ninty real grimy, ten ninty now, real grimy now Im gonna break your heart before I leave Tell me what you want Ill never be it, ill never be it I can really turn you into pieces I pick you up I fuck it up and then Im leaving Dont you ever ask if you can keep it And if they ask me im gonna treat you like a secret Tell me where you at and whenever you need it You not my man dont think thats how you getting treated And he think that im that bitch when Im in his speakers If you send me a text you know Ill never read it I dont think that these n****s really fucking feel me But Im just getting money now thats why Im grimy And all these bitches wanna be on all my timing Ya n**** only last six seconds like he vining And I dont think these n****s really right behind me I think they wanna eat up off me and align me But Im gonna break your heart before I leave Tell me what you want Ill never be it, ill never be it yaa I can really turn you into pieces, yaa I pick you up I fuck it up and then Im leaving, yaa Oo Im grimy now, oo Im grimy now, oo im grimy now, Im ten ninty real grimy, real grimy now, ten ninty real grimy, ten ninty now, real grimy now Im gonna break your heart before I leave Ill never be it

(Intro: Abby Jasmine) Yeah Yeah Yeah (Intro Verse: Abby Jasmine) I don't even pop pills but I think Imma' need one tonight Wasn't checkin' for me back then, want to book me now, got to talk to Vice Told me I'm getting lit now, but I been poppin' all my fuckin' life I ain't never had to get nobody pussy just so they would act right (Verse 1: Abby Jasmine) Mind playin' them ticks, I aint even tryna' trip Cause' I got ball players in my call log and I don't even answer them shits I got models all in my whip, Bacardi all in my system She want the life that I live, I told that lil' bitch, come and get it (Hook: Abby Jasmine): I've been sippin', poppin' tags, and gettin' fly all night I've been sippin', poppin' tags, and gettin' fly I've been sippin', poppin' tags, and gettin' fly all night I've been sippin', poppin' tags, and gettin' fly (Verse 2: LevyGrey) Yeah, I told trap mom, when she touch down, hit my line I been hip since way back, when we all had vine I got gang tats on my neck, they know my vibe If they switch up on us, ain't no press rewind I went and copped me a freezer Ice on my neck, gave me fever I think I need me a heater I'll pick up his bitch in a beamer Her and the whip got they top off Both of them bitches is teasin' (Verse 3: Abby Jasmine) Imma' need someone to play for me I got demons, tryna' keep em' way from me I got n****s tryna' take away from me And that's why they always got the drink for me N****, yaaa yeah And that's why I got the gang with me I'll bang for my n****s, cause' I know my n****s do the same for me, aim for me N**** yaaa yeah And I'm rolling up the fronto I don't care how you gettin' me my money, pronto I'll be countin' hunnits up until I'm done And when there's henny in my cup, girl I can't do no wrong (Hook: Abby Jasmine) I've been sippin', poppin' tags, and gettin' fly all night I've been sippin', poppin' tags, and gettin' fly I've been sippin', poppin' tags, and gettin' fly all night I've been sippin', poppin' tags, and gettin' fly

(Intro): Yaaa Why you mad yaaa Wooo Yaaaa Yaaaa Yaaaa (Chorus): Tell that hoe why you mad Why you mad I hit the mall, I do my dance And then I hop out do the dash Tell that hoe, why you mad Why you mad I just might go out to France I might buy your man a Benz Tell that hoe why you mad (Verse 1): Check my shoes, check my jeans, check my shirt I come in first Ain't talking corporate when I say my n**** selling work And nah, nah you ain't got to dig it, but we do the dirt I hit the dash, and then I skirt my n****s moving first Who ain't first, call like Gucci bird, who is her I told them do not come around here, this my universe Fendi purse, switch it up on me She only trying to come around to fuck my n****s fucking her Bitch you so broke, getcho' dough, I got mo' All my n****s out here selling dope, so we can stay and float If you need me, you can meet me, I'll be at the corner store And I got it on the low, all these bitches, they some hoes Wait, I am the goat, your hoe only good for the dope She said her n**** don't want me, so tell me why her nigga hitting my phone Ima just flex till I'm old, 30k for a coat, petty for no long, borrow your man like a loan Then tell him to leave me alone (Chorus): Tell that hoe why you mad Why you mad I hit the mall, I do my dance And then I hop out do the dash Tell that hoe, why you mad Why you mad I just might go out to France I might buy your man a Benz Tell that hoe why you mad Why you mad, why you mad, why you mad (X4) (Verse 2): I see why she mad, she see me with the fucking bag again She copped the same fit, I guess these bitches jackin' swag again 120 on the dash, you can't catch me in the trap again Ridin down navaros, on the grams, in a plastic bag In a perfect world, Ill pour a penny in a vad again Then ill pull up on Donald Trump, and shoot him in the abdomen Fuck a pacifist, I pacifist to any bitch that think her mouth wont get her hit You roll up lips, I roll up zips You don't have any bitches in your whip Listen up lil' bitch, bring your lungs lil bitch, we roll up lil bitch And we run up lil' bitch, so don't talk tell lil' bitch I pull up you dip Ball like I can't miss Two bands for the fit You can't flex like this Ya that's why she (Chorus): Tell that hoe why you mad Why you mad I hit the mall, I do my dance And then I hop out do the dash Tell that hoe, why you mad Why you mad I just might go out to France I might buy your man a Benz Tell that hoe why you mad Why you mad I hit the mall, I do my dance And then I hop out do the dash Tell that hoe, why you mad Why you mad I just might go out to France I might buy your man a Benz Tell that hoe why you mad (Outro): Bitchhh, bitchh, bitchh, hoee, bitchh, bitchh, bitchh

(Intro): Yaa Bitch Suck my..dick ... Trap mom Suck my motherfucking dick, I hate all yall motherfucking hoes ya Oh my god bitch (Verse 1): I feel like a fucking savage, I dont love that n****, love that n**** cuz he came with too much baggage, only bag I like is if its lavish, I just rolled an 8th in a wood, and I don't think I'm gonna pass it Hop up out the catty in new fashion I feel like a princess got a white hoe sniffin' coca in my palace Fendi on my feet like its New Balance Why she steppin' up to me like she a challenge I need bout a bout milli and it hit my balance Wait did you get it I just left the bank wit' a stack Where yo bread is I just see yo bitch with the gang Leg spread it Suckin on that dick like she tryna fix her credit Don't clean up after dog n****s, they too messy School a weak hoe, if she ever try to test me Talkin' down on me, but they ain't never met me Water on my wrist, ya I think I need a.. (Verse 2): Pull up to the function, and I'm flexing on my exy If you gonna try and diss me, say it with your chest B Trying to link, Im in the telly later with your bestie If I get a nine im a motherfucking test it Bitch, Im balling harder than the motherfucking espies Catch me in the tesla, rolling up in the backseat Wait, whachu' doing Took her to my blood house, and now she think she boolin' Feel like Tom when I be crusin, who you foolin If I cared about you then I'm loosin Got a bad bitch, I just let her do all the shootin Who bitch, Bitch I'm Abby fucking Jasmine What it do bitch And I don't gotta' move so cocky, but I do bitch Vicey brought that hoe around like she a new bitch But I just been looking at her like she a new lick (Outro): Bitchhhh Eat a dickk

(Intro): Yeah, yeah I've been smoking more I've been rollin' more I've been out on tour You hit me, I ignore Yeah, yeah, yeah (Chorus): I've been smokin' more Just, cause that's what I'm into You hit me, I ignore Just, cause that's what I'm into And I don't want to talk no, it isn't that simple It's too late for me now to care about what you into (Verse 1): Yo, let's make a deal For one night, let's just be honest I know that you see the problems, but what you gon' do about them Tell me how you feel Sippin' on more Bacardi, you touchin' all on my body No I don't How you get me here? How you get me here? Got me in my bag, when I should be in the field I don't give a fuck about them bitches, they ain't real Long as you know that when you come home, it's always here (Hook): I've been smoking more I've been out on tour You hit me, I ignore Give a fuck about these whores If you ask me what we are, I'm feeling like I'm unsure Ask me who's it is, imma' always say it's yours (Chorus): I've been smoking more Just, cause that's what I'm into You hit me, I ignore Just, cause that's what I'm into And I don't want to talk no, it isn't that simple It's too late for me now to care about what you into I've been smoking more Just, cause that's what I'm into You hit me, I ignore Just, cause that's what I'm into And I don't want to talk no, it isn't that simple It's too late for me now to care about what you into (Verse 2): I could give a fuck about what you into Ever since we ended, you've been acting like a bitch too If we gonna' front, let them know that yo shit on rent too Never thought that you would help me out here with my Never thought that you would be the n**** that I flexed on But now I see I got to keep my foot up on their necks, yeah I don't got to worry about you lying in my texts, yeah Now I'm gonna take this time and roll up my regrets, yeah *lighter flicks* (Chorus): I've been smoking more Just, cause that's what I'm into You hit me, I ignore Just, cause that's what I'm into And I don't want to talk no, it isn't that simple It's too late for me now to care about what you into (Outro): m, Oh, let's do the, the blunt thing