Lyrics

[Verse] Roll the clip and run it back, I'm really like that I'm really not friendly, I need my credit, niggas hate that I need the numbers I need the data, got you talkin' crazy Abracadabra, you niggas sideshow I'm Bobbin' like psycho You gassin' like Texaco Infection like microbe You test it, I might go You push it, I might pop I'm fuckin' on heartthrobs I got your favorite rapper blocked I heard the dick was whack Your favorite athlete screamin', "Text me back" I make no exception The lesser part of me loves all the cap He screamin', "Get back togеther" I'm screamin', "Back of the bus, trick" Hawaii for wеather Booty softer than leather These hoes is featherweight I wipe my phone and gave some dome, I beat the case Them "ho" accusations weak Them "bitch" accusations true You hatin' from nosebleeds, I wish you well [Chorus] Smokin' on my ex pack tonight Smokin' on my ex pack tonight Smokin' on my ex pack tonight Smokin' on— You can trust in me I can, you said "I can trust in you" I can, I can You can trust in me You can, you can Oh, oh