After death

Ayy, ayy, she was in love with my grin I was in love with the win, I was in love with this bitch

I was in love with the bag and I was in love with the racks

And look at my statements and look how they stack And look at my shit like I'm sipping that act

Ayy, ayy, ho, what the fuck you in my party for

I've been like this shit since I was four, I don't know reckon though

Look like this, I'm the revren ho, tryna go seek my style

Tryna go seek my style, your shit very vile

I can't listen to these bitches, their commission got me out

Fuck on like a light bulb and this shit is going out

I can't really hear you bitch, I ain't watching your mouth