2,2,3,4,3,2,3,4,4,2,3,4

I'm a lover not a fighter, I can't find my lighter
My house is four stories, I tell 'em I don't write ‘em 
And my living room is white, my lies are much whiter
My darkest secrets are bright, I need a sun visor 
I say "187", make your bitch run my errands
I'm at the bar with a Dracula ordering bloody Mary’s
I got a house on the prairie, got a corpse in the basement
I see hell out the window, man, this view is amazing 
And if I go back to jail, Persian rugs in my cell 
Got the world in my hands, it got all under my nails
In a room full of stairs give ‘em something to see
I be so fucking faded, who washed the colors with bleach?
Now they biting my style, hope it get stuck in your teeth
I been had the green light so don't jump in the street
The world's under my feet, I'm just kissing the sky
Tune, what is that smell? That's the shit on my mind

Fuck all you bitches 
Fuck all you bitches 
Fuck all you bitches 
Fuck all you bitches 
Fuck all you hoes 
Fuck all you hoes
1 million, 2 million, 3, 4

Breaking up the kush, sticky fingers-onics
I'm throwing up gang signs, you can see I'm in my vomit
And I'm cool right now but please don’t change the climate
‘Cause I'm sleeping with the enemy in bulletproof pajamas
I got issues bigger than you, bitches taller than me
Ratchet and Bougie, I like R'n'B
Unapologetic, I'm sorry for not being sorry
You niggas old news, prehistoric
I need Benadryl for my trigger finger, bad bitches for my home boys
The grass is greener on the other side, I'm focused on my own yard
Ain't got enough, need more dough, we twisting blunts like torsos
I'm rich as fuck but more so, a poor soul
Oh well, if snow fell like hoes fell in love I be a snow man
My bitch a die for me, she a soldier, GI Joe-Ann
Take chances when I know I ain't got no chance, roll ‘em
I left that crab table with a chip on my shoulder

Fuck all you bitches 
Fuck all you bitches 
Fuck all you bitches 
Fuck all you bitches 
Fuck all you hoes 
Fuck all you hoes
1 million, 2 million, 3, 4

We ain't got no motive, we just killing y’all for nothing
And my bitch got cotton mouth, you know them snakes cannot be trusted
And I bet y'all niggas don't say shit because I'm feeling lucky 
And I still pray every night that aliens abduct me, Tunechi