Roses

Ayy, they been tryna fuck my vibe up, I'm tryna stamp my passport

I'm gettin' so deep inside my bag, dog this goyard keep on fuckin' up

If you tryna be for real, real, none of that shit compare to us

I was bein' humble at first, but none of these niggas can't fuck with me at none

Ask about who pressing play, I'm the one that turn them up

That lil' bitch, tried to turn her back on me like I ain't the one who press her buttons

But really, I don't get pressed bout nothin', and real, I ain't stressin' nothin

You know all these bitches comin' by the dozen like the rose come

I gave too much sauce away, now they gotta pay me for it

Big racks on my dinner plate, I ain't goin' back and forth