WHAT HAPPENS AFTER

Ayy, Tia's a lil' baby Smokin' salsa to my motherfuckin' lung collapse

Told you I want that bitch, you can go ahead and take her back

I'm in the back of that Cadillac with like four old max

If you don't wanna pull it, then go ahead and just pass me the strap

Baby I know you like to cuddle, but I really like to trap

I'm up in the boot, doin' lap, treat it just like track

I'm up in the mall, I'm hittin' demons, I don't care, just throw it in the bag

I don't think you ran it up like me, that's a big tag

Dude said he drop some music, really, I'm not hearin' that

They tryna be like me, they really can't, and that's really sad