Forces or LV's

I'm tired, but I won't quit Spend a bag on my bitch, my fit, that's your

Rent And they hate me like I'm Chris

Don't need no pot, I sell bowls Baccarat all on my clothes

Fucked his ho, then sent her home I turn her on, she won't leave me alone

When you talk to me, better watch Your tone If you my dawg, then I'm gon' ride for you

I won't steal you wrong I sell a bag, in some forces, or some

Louis Vuittons Remember my Teachers ain't believe

Me, now they know my songs Thinkin' I ain't strapped, quickest way to get

Shot, yeah Pockets look like they Got beat up, I walk around

With them knots, yeah I won't Ever ever stop, dawg, I'm just Tryna