No I ain't proud to beg
****in' you touchin' you, baby you know that I'm probably
Just waitin' on for you to come to yo' common sense
But until then I'm chilling waitin' till you acknowledge it, maybe I'm high as shit
Cause' I ain't got time for this, im tryna' roll, go to the coast in a ghost-
niggas be hating, cause I'm dressed in that Gosha
Baby-girl why won't you come closer?, Need you next to me
I steady ridin' with that toaster, yeah it stay with me
I'm with the gang they choosing up, Don't want them hunnids unless they got blue in them
She tryna' **** me, I don't think I'm screwing her, I want the money you know I'm moving up
What imma' do with love?, I can't spend it when I'm going out, her p sexy wet I thought it was a drought
Put them goons in, you ain't coming out, he be talkin', but he ain't really bout' shit
But Carti be ****in' these bitches, the bitches, they wet, huh, ay
I done fell in love with my stove, I went and got me a load
He ain't driving, get hit with a pole, they be covering, them hunnids' got old
They can't ever put me in that cell, I ain't going back, going to hell
Had to pay them 10 racks for a bail, and I swear they ain't playing no fair
Bitches get killed (Buh-buh-buh-buh), bitch got drip (Yeah
Told em' stick to the plan, and then we gone make it okay
Drop a 2 on my pop for the taste, I'm a man with no pops, I'm okay
Arm and leg (bitch), ooh, head or chest (bitch, what?
I can't be in the streets with the rats, gotta kill me, I ain't going back
Sent a drop on my phone, where you at?, if he cap, put a hole in his hat
No I ain't proud to beg
****in' you touchin' you, baby you know that I'm probably
Just waitin' on for you to come to yo' common sense
But until then I'm chilling waitin' till you acknowledge it, maybe I'm high as shit
Cause' I ain't got time for this, I'm tryna roll, go to the coast in a ghost-
Carti can't **** with the feds (What?
Baby-girl why won't you come closer?, Need you next to me
I steady ridin with that toaster, yeah it stay with me