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