Intro

Man

(Andre, light 'em up)

Who the fuck need love these days, huh?

Mm

Chorus

I left my love right up on the highway

She text, "Are you okay? "

I respond, "I'm fine, bae"

My brudda mix lean and Percocets

Tryna lose his mind, bae

I been tryna stay out the way

It's hotter than wasabi

I don't know what to do no more

I don't know what to think no more

She don't even wanna smoke no more

She don't even wanna drink no more

Fuck round and boot up, be ready to spin

Shoot at your—

Ima shoot at your limbs

Probably wouldn't fuck with a nigga

If nigga was broke

But right now, she think I'm a ten

Right now, she think I'm a soldier

I thought I told you I keep a five for the gen

My brudda fuck round and roll ya

He on that back block

I know he plottin' again

I know she plottin' for love

But not me, bae

I'm tryna run up some M's

B on the Brabus

A B on the Bentley

Catch me a B if a fuck nigga tempt me

I know she plottin' for love

But not me, bae

I'm tryna suit up and spin

I go G for Gucci

If I fuck you, Emilio Pucci

Verse

If we do it

I might buy you rubies

Only if you let me make a movie

I put a K front of everything

Like a nigga rock Ksubi

My lil' young bitch a fine ho

Ask her will she be my juvie

Bitch, I ball like the NBA

Ho sign an NDA

This not the crew league

Ain't have a pot to piss

Look how I rock my wrist

These niggas mad as a bitch

Mad than a bitch

Mad that a young nigga rich

I did this shit on my own

Fuck do you mean?

I never needed a clique

But I'm 2X baby

If he play, then I'm fuckin' his lady

If he play, then it's off with his head

I send the drop, get a young nigga dead

I do not listen to trolls

A nigga got goals

So, I never heard what he said

I go Audemar or the Patek

She want love but a nigga want sex

You can put all my shit in the driveway

Baby, I left my love on the—

Chorus

I left my love right up on the highway

She text, "Are you okay? "

I respond, "I'm fine, bae"

My brudda mix lean and Percocets

Tryna lose his mind, bae

I been tryna stay out the way

It's hotter than wasabi

I don't know what to do no more

I don't know what to think no more

She don't even wanna smoke no more

She don't even wanna drink no more

Fuck round and boot up, be ready to spin

Shoot at your—

Ima shoot at your limbs

Probably wouldn't fuck with a nigga

If nigga was broke

But right now, she think I'm a ten

Right now, she think I'm a soldier

I thought I told you I keep a five for the gen

My brudda fuck round and roll ya

He on that back block

I know he plottin' again

I know she plottin' for love

But not me, bae

I'm tryna run up some M's

B on the Brabus

A B on the Bentley

Catch me a B if a fuck nigga tempt me

I know she plottin' for love

But not me, bae

I'm tryna suit up and spin

I go G for Gucci

If I fuck you, Emilio Pucci