baby i could give u the moon
you know he can't do what i do
yeah it's true
girl i think i'm dying real soon
we could die in my room
me and you
ima keep you in mind
while i drive right by
say goodbye to the nice guy
i'm wasting my time
giving you rhymes
you gotta give me a dime
before i do that again
and i ain't trippin i'm high
in the trunk of the benz
is where my women reside
where my women will die
i ain't got no friends
and i don't listen to y'all
i'm equipped for the fall
and the winter and all
when the summer come
i'ma have enough to get the fuck out
i could buy a truck and
drive that motherfuckin truck out
trying to buy luck
if you don't die that means you lucked out
i ain't tryna fuck
i see the moon and bug the fuck out