What You Did

I ain't fuckin' with no hoes, wait your turn

I be goin' up, livin' different cause I'm earning

Only love my mama, love some drugs, hate the fed

I could be in the club, they gon' praise me like I'm dead

They ain't pay attention, now the same hoes want attachments

Pull up, get my swerve on, I'm drinkin', hit the traffic

Dog he in the trap locked in tryna eyeball a three five

Hit the road, running and I'm showin' my car on the east side

Twenty three glock and it serve me got a tea time

Pop out at your party and I'll run it, bitch, it's me time