FINE WINE

I am not the type to get scared I just wanna end up flexing in a Montclair

Baby, your friends are talkin' about me Do you believe them or do you trust me

Yeah, aye, you a bad ho, shawty sipping on that fine wine, lil' shawty

Get the fuck right outta my face, little shawty, yeah

Girl your woahdie, looking low he lonely, I'm rolling forties, shawty

Got that inventory, shit's getting a little gory

So I'm sitting in a dark room fighting all my demons off

And she keeps getting worse

Feeling really loose, I'll say it with a slur

I'll choose you over them cause baby, you are not a joke