Hostage Lyrics

Yeah

Went to California for a week and flew back

Top calling, pop bottles, we did that

Top models, got dollars, you need that?

You said that, I won't believe in... Us!

Coping with the wok this ain't no liquor in my cup

Ima Capricorn I worked this shit up from the mud

Too much pain and anxiety I think it's a must

I gotta stay high keep the smoke inside of my lungs

This bitch stay on my mind got me coping with all these drugs

Toxic, "I hate you a lot" that type of love

Stop it, you told me you loved me you a dub

Hostage, she done took my heart she on the run

She ripped my heart into pieces like it's a KitKat

2019 looking back like why you did that

2020 went bentayga had to mismatch

Ever since I seen that I learned to flip racks

And I ain't talkin stupid shit ain't talking shipping packs

Was in the lab for hours tryna perfect the craft

They used to laugh, I guess that I got the other half

Now I drop racks at Neiman want all the fuckin RAF

Tip toein'

Keep going

I drop racks on you, at Rick Owen's

And she know that

I noticed, that she moody with me as always

I'm blinded walking that hallway

Bumpin into thots I fucked I'm like oh wait

Pumpin up the gas, I swerve on that E-way

All these bitches bad, don't give 'em no leeway

Life's good okay

Spark another wood, take another to the face

The man knew I was sad, that's when it started to rain

I know my bitch bad, she keep fucking up my brain

Drunk driving in that foreign, I can't stay inside my lane

Went to California for a week and flew back

Top calling, pop bottles, we did that

Top models, got dollars, you need that

You said that, I won't believe in... Us!

Coping with the wok this ain't no liquor in my cup

Ima Capricorn I worked this shit up from the mud

Too much pain and anxiety I think it's a must

I gotta stay high keep the smoke inside of my lungs

This bitch stay on my mind got me coping with all these drugs

Toxic, "I hate you a lot" that type of love

Stop it, you told me you love me you a dub

Hostage, she done took my heart she on the run

She ripped my heart into pieces like it's a KitKat

2019 looking back like why you did that

2020 went bentayga had to mismatch

Ever since I seen that I learned to flip racks

And I ain't talking stupid shit ain't talking shipping packs

Was in the lab for hours tryna perfect the craft

They used to laugh, I guess that I got the other half

Now I drop racks at Neiman want all the fucking RAF

Tip toein'

Keep goin'

I drop racks on you, at Rick Owen's

And she know that

I noticed, that she moody with me as always