I ain't on no ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ block, tryna serve no rock
If you got a problem with that ♥♥♥♥, then you can kiss my Glock
Runnin' up the bag, I cannot stop until my breathing stop
I got red inside my sprite, it look like blood, I don't be drinking wock'
I drop two more xann in the drink and my cup get to seeing stars
[?] scrap it, I like foreign cars
I like foreign women too, they don't just want for my blues
Sticking to the plan like I came equipped with superglue