Lyrics
[intro] yeah, woo, ye, ooh, slauh, woo, ouh, yeah
[tag] you fragile narcissist
[chorus] Dropping ten ball like I fuck on a bank n I don fornicate I been puttin’ in pain
Drip out the flight it’s a lay-flat then bag to the condo with white body, cut off the brain
Gave out my time to a schmuck you play bad in my face man that shit is not even worth saving
Feel bad she a good girl she clueless about me, the moment you try be a demon I’m slaying
I’m hearing these nighas js talk about anything put up the standard on music I’m brazy
Overly trim typa bag I’m in you can tell that’s it’s js by the music I’m making
[verse] pulling me back but the shoes don feel I was born to be bigger my spot ain’t taken
Take it like Lucki, got Heavy On Heart I might boot the bitch out it’s my grind over maidens
So much to say to the point where I’m finn have my kids n they still won’t catch up to the shit I been saying
Man I’m so proud of my bank it got gains like it’s Li, blown my the tons that I’m weighing
Then when I get my first kid I’m finn train that boy never to fold over shcmuck, better go fold up the paper we weighing
Dig how the chain sway standing on bidness, I think that’s enough don get my bandies popped out
Stuck to myself ‘bout to re-up a bag I’m a bird n I’m birthing’ a coin it’s a nest in my house (ski)
[chorus] Dropping ten ball like I fuck on a bank n I don fornicate I been puttin’ in pain
Drip out the flight it’s a lay-flat then bag to the condo with white body, cut off the brain
Gave out my time to a schmuck you play bad in my face man that shit is not even worth saving
Feel bad she a good girl she clueless about me, the moment you try be a demon I’m slaying
I’m hearing these nighas js talk about anything put up the standard on music I’m brazy
Overly trim typa bag I’m in you can tell that’s it’s js by the music I’m making
[verse] h-how you gon talk about internet money the kids in your region don got you on playlist
White body shit with the all black interior big body two-two no I’m not racist
Turnin’ off my phone for the night like Drake, my prettiest problem don give me a break
N she know that I’m not into narci’ I don even know how she found me she got an agenda to make me attached my heart not safe, yeah
[chorus] Dropping ten ball like I fuck on a bank n I don fornicate I been puttin’ in pain
Drip out the flight it’s a lay-flat then bag to the condo with white body, cut off the brain
Gave out my time to a schmuck you play bad in my face man that shit is not even worth saving
Overly trim typa bag I’m in you can tell that’s it’s js by the music I’m making
Take it like Lucki got Heavy On Heart I might boot the bitch out it’s my grind over maidens
Track Details
Release Date
2026-05-24
2926 Ouhba
2025 Ouhba
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