Heart Break Kid

Bitch, yeah

Sipping Actavis, I ain't playing, yeah

Sipping Actavis, I, yeah

Sipping Actavis, ayy

What? You ain't seen real VV—? Yeah

(Thanks StupidDog)

What? You ain't seen real VVS?

Unky made a hundred out the Greenfield CVS

Ex bitch down bad, surprised she ain't need me yet

Amiri jeans, B22s, I know you see me wet

Buffs on, bodybuilder, bitch, you gon' see me flex

Red and blue tint on the lens, this a 3D set

Hit Chase with a fluke, that's a easy check

Stack it up, young dawg, you can't be me yet

At this point I don't talk, the beat talk to me

If I don't scoop girly, bet that she gon' walk to me

Punch God, made a quick dub off a piece

Cuz damn near got a kennel, bully off the leash

I ain't lying, got the—, and we got the yeah

Traffic light pints, green, yellow, and we got some red

In my Vlone with the fam, I ain't got no friends

Paranoid, woke up out my sleep, damn near shot the bed

Shooting moves, whip tinted, I'm just blowing Cookie

If we catch doggy in traffic, we gon' get to blowing fully

I ain't got a heart, my baby had to go and Chrome the hoodie

Star player, swear to God that I was feeling GOAT as rookie

Smiling at the top, I proved everybody wrong

When you down, I swear to God, it feel like everybody gone

Backwood, Backwood, bitch, everybody blown

Ice, ice, everybody froze

You better get a lawnmower, everybody snaking

Reminiscing 'bout the past, like, everybody changing

ShittyBoyz, we in the club, bitch, everybody raining

One thing you gotta know is not everybody make it

Not everybody famous, not everybody greatness

Waited on my time, you gotta know not everybody patient

Trackhawks, Hellcats, it look like everybody racing

Whole gang look Asian, bitch, everybody facing

Million dollar thoughts, billion dollar dreams

If the team down two, best believe I got a three

Two thousand dollar SBs, you cannot rock these sneaks

In my 'Miris off a ten, I ain't popping jeans

They don't hear me though, mask up, Mysterio

Talking 'bout his bitch fucking? Well that's yo theory, bro

On the road irritated at that Siri ho

PUA baller, I can tell that you clearly broke

Quite frankly I can tell that you need some help

Yeah, the dubs feel good, but dude, you gon' see some Ls

Pull up with a chop chalupa clip, make him eat a shell

Caught doggy in my ashtray tryna reach for tails

I don't sell weed, you want some? Better bring a scale

Back door season, slide through, we ain't ring his bell

Quick ten, seven off of—, other three from Zelle

Told my bitch, "We going shopping when the lady bring the mail"

I can't be fucked with on a bad day

Even one of them, I wake up and I bag chase

Heartbreak kid, I'll leave her with a sad face

Tryna keep up? Boy, yo' dumbass in last place

Tryna keep up? Boy, you need to get yo' shit together

Charged up two times, lil' bitch, the whip a Tesla

So much ice on my body, damn near switch the weather

Gang and 'nem'll, and flip the clip wherever