Lana Del Rey

Watch yo mouth, I am not the one

Fantasies playing with a gun

American Spirits stay on my lungs

Two years in, I've held my tongue (Hold up, okay)

Two-oh-twenty-one, I was stomping in this bitch

I was gonna change lives when I dreamed of getting rich

I got a whole bag, then I turned into a trick

I can't help myself, I've been thinking with my dick

I get way too paranoid, no more za when I smoke

Back to back tobacco, nigga, not too long 'fore I croak

Brixton on me, I be looking like a bloke

Y'all can't tell me shit, every song is on

Go, go

(Aye, aye, chill!)

(Aye I swear to God)

(I'm so sick and tired of these niggas, dawg)

Go

(Aye, put that on my mama like)

(Aye, aye, nah, for real)

Go

I don't use a pen, I use a Epipen now

For real, for real

I'm allergic to these lames dawg

For real, for real

Toxicity, got it from hood trauma

For real, for real

Love and compassion from hood mommas

For real, for real

Okay, big dreams, wide-eyed

Head in the clouds, skydive

Say the shit but never do it

No sir, not I

She run her mouth, it's evident

You never hear the end of it

Yeah, her brain a ten but the bitch asinine

Man, these niggas washed up (Aye)

And I'm cool with that (Okay)

Don't connect with what you saying

Cause yo service trash (I don't know)

I'm in a puffer coat made under a London flag (Aye, aye)

Tryna find out where I'm at

Nigga, Google Maps (Maps)

Okay, street view

Oh my God, he in a bag (Oh my God)

I like ratchet hoes

Pretty face, plenty ass (Oh my God)

Why the fuck these hoes never cool with they dad?

(With they dad)

I need to run it back (Yeah)

I need to run it, wait

Go, go

Go, go

Go, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Go

Let it go, your time is up

I'm on the road, I'm counting up

They picked us, so big me up

Or shut it up, I'm on a roll

I'm on a

I can't forget, I hold a grudge

Like a new born, bitch, i'm from the mud

Give me your hoe, I'mma slut her up

Can't go against us, niggas really up