doubt me

i don't give a fuck how you feeling about me

back of the club

bad bitches around me

back in the day why everyone doubt me

look at my outfit

somebody count me

choke on my dick if you're trying to shade me

i don't give a fuck if you're trying to play me

i don't give a fuck if you're trying to save me

yeah i got bitches not one of them date me

know i pulled up with a box of blunts

range rover filled with sluts

shoe box filled with blunts

rolling up that stinky skunk

light it up

they know what's up

getting money with my bros

bad bitches they show us love

hit the crib and let us fuck

came in sober leaving drunk

young nigga i'm having fun

lean in my hawwiian punch

drank too much i'm throwing up

all my shows be going up

that's why your girl be choosing us

my life like ferris bueller

posted in the breakfast club

just like smoking drugs

where's my molly we're gon try and see if she fuck with a thug

healthyboyz cartel

got narcotics if you need a buzz

blowing all my money on designer cause i'm young and dumb