Wrldwide

Don't nobody love me really, we can start there

Her head on my chest, but she don't hear no beat

Cause ain't no heart there

Every time she call, I be in the streets

I can't even chat

I'm just gettin' to my cheese, where it be, I'm needin' that

I'm at peace, but if he creep, a priest, y'all gon' be needin' that

I ain't trippin' over shit, lil' bitch, I got my shoes laced

With my brother Chrishawn, chasin' after blue face

Go, go, high as fuck, tryna see what's to you, bae

Tryna get you in a hotel like a suitcase