'Crete, it's us I'm not the two Stay out the mix, uh Stay out the mix, uh Oof, ooh Uh, uh-huh Pfft, uh-huh Bah (ayo, Eli, what the fuck?) Uh, uh-huh I don't want to be shit like you bitches Step in the field, step the fuck out my mentions Swear to God, I ain't never like broke-ass, old-ass, lame-ass, bird-brain, miserable bitches Hoped in the bitch, but my pockets is sixty You old' than a bitch in the face, look fifty Get your paper up, heard you owe half a milli' Probably spent your advance on my new Rick Ricks Fly you out twice a week, heard you can't pay a ticket Want to hate on a bitch 'cause you can't get near me Swear to God, I ain't never like broke-ass, old-ass, lame-ass, bird-brain, miserable bitches Can't name one KBOO song, you suck Can't name one time I looked you up Can't name one time I turned you on You Perc'd out, your ass is laced Bitches mad I took they place, bitches can't let a bitch be great I punch in on all my songs, you need a writer, take your bitch ass home Go get a job, your shit ain't streaming Look like Skilla Baby, kinda The Weeknd Swear to God, I ain't never like broke-ass, old-ass, lame-ass, bird-brain, miserable bitches Uh, uh-huh 'Bout that bag, I'll send shit home Gen on me with a 30 shot bone Long ass body, you look like a cone Pick off a bitch, I ain't nothing like her I'm from the trench, I don't care what you heard You can talk all you want but you can't be richer Pussy get fucked, hoe you get that picture? Pussy split boo, hoe you get that message? I talk in real life, hell no I don't send it Turn my tape in so my new check pending Turnt in real life, I don't got to finesse it Your Maybach gone, see you Uber Lyfting My car real fast, I'm on the freeway driftin' Can't hang with a scary-ass bitch, be snitchin' Can't out-lame the bitch, swear to God she different Swear to God, I ain't never like broke-ass, old-ass, lame-ass, bird-brain, miserable bitches, uh (Swear to God, I ain't never like broke-ass, old-ass, lame-ass, bird-brain, miserable bitches, uh) I don't too much talk to a pillow, I'd rather dog walk these bitches Hoes swear to God they hate me In my follows, they some stalk me bitches Fuck out my face, press the issue, pussy Put your money where your mouth is, shut the fuck up Been said I hated you, bitches won't dap up 'Fore I start treating you hoes like Precious, uh-huh I can put a lil bread on your taco, don't tempt me Play the middle man, get turned into a victim Ring round, ring round, dizzy hoes dizzy You been fell off trying to use my attention And she's still going to stream my shit Bop-ass bitch do nothing but dick Fuck your life and fuck your clique, bitch, brr Oof, ooh 'Crete, it's us I'm not the two Stay out the mix, uh Stay out the mix, uh Stay out the mix, uh Stay out the Which one you workin'? All the pump fakin' ain't doin' no good, could tell that you're real life hurtin' Mm, he said this pussy is OX Bar Bet he gon' sing in the cop car Gun in my boot, I'm an outlaw Mwah