Mentally Unstable

Lyrics

[Verse 1: CEO Trayle] Ayy, I don't need niggas assistin' me, unstable, I'm mentally Uncapable, the stick with me, bad bitches, they sit with me These niggas keep tryna get with me, my chopper sing like a symphony A different blue, call her Tiffany, it's only well you should wish for me I'm 1080 officially and my migo homie got bricks for me And most these bitches mean shit to me, they thinkin' Kai had done writ for me And I'm not even at home, I got your bitch makin' grits for me Soon as I get there, we fuckin', watch Everybody Hates Chris with me My mama said I'm a star likе the star on top of the Christmas tree I take thе bitch hit a lick with me, ayy, how the bitch end up lickin' me? Don't fuck with him, he too fidgety, don't try buy them, in Givenchy And most of these niggas envy me, I'm exactly who they pretend to be All respect that they givin' me, they can't fuck with me physically Leave the bitch, now she missin' me, ayy, hit the store, bring the kit with me Ayy, had Baby 4, know my kid with me, a couple missions, they slid with me I thought that they was gettin' big with me, ayy, now niggas part of my history, 4 [Verse 2: Kai Ca$h] First off, free Palestine, you catch my handsome side, need more than half a dime I still been tryna cop a Vacheron, that's how you pass the time Victor Cruz, and, bitch, I'm past a giant, you just simple size Used to do FaceTimes with Baroline, now it's Atlantic signings You gon' chant, they chant my name and send me dollar signs Ain't no chance to smear my name, we fuck up vital signs I like vintage hoes with dentures on so they can't bite me down I hate simple hoes, they make me mad, it got me typin' loud It ain't simple, dude It is for me, but it ain't meant for you I sit in '62s, the curtains fix the mood Oh, who the man in here? I got a hint for you We calculate the cash and fraternize, then count the Sigma blues It's a tax to pay, niggas wanna act today We send 'em home quick like half-a-days, no exaggeration Say she like the way I have to say the shit I have to say I make her touch her body, masturbate for me on camera, bae [Verse 3: K Wales] Still, I come war ready, I swear they got nothin' on us No cut, not a tailor, but lawless aim, just put buttons on 'em Nigga jealous, but I bet you that a couple shells leave him hunchin' forward All this pain, he just self-absorbed it Niggas play, but they never scorin' Real bench-warmin' bitches, yeah, I know, uh Still up in them trenches with them drenches, yeah, I know, uh That boy been 'round since you was jumpin' fences, yeah, I know Still don't mean he might not end up witness, yeah, I know, uh But fuck it, we still slidin' Nina talk for niggas tryna rush me Couple rubbers in this bag for hoes who tryna fuck me They wonder why a nigga greezy, why I'm still on Peezy 'Cause we grew up on all that Juvie and that Lil Weezy Soldier, please believe me It ain't easy bein' motherfuckin' leaders in this bitch We stash the 'bows off in the stove and put the heat up in this bitch, uh Tryna have my way just like Carlito in this bitch I'm off my rocker, call a doctor 'fore I tweak up in this bitch, ah