Emiliana, it's been so long since you texted meI finally took a break and now I feel like I'm on ecstasyYou say what my work means to me will one day be the death of meThey tried to kill me once, but, darling, you just resurrected me
Reach me, babyCall my phone and say you need me, babyI'm so green, you gotta teach me, babyFrom Vancouver, you a BC babyPull up Maybach, beep-beep, babyAnd my shit came with the heat seats, babySwear my label gotta free me, babyBlow on me just like some green tea, babyAyy, ayy
Ayy, buried alive, somеone come dig me upIf I call up your shawty right now, shе pickin' up, yeahYou boys got big off my name, that's big enoughWe know how you OGs rockin' already, my nigga, the jig is upThey say the truth will set you free, well, mine is gon' stream while you watch in HDThey say that karma could take an eternity, yours is droppin' the same night as meFunny thing is that they ain't gon' compete, you gon' get yours while I'm doin' meYou gon' get yours while I'm doin' me(Ayy, Janice, shut the fuck up)You might also likeWhisper My NameDrakeRan To AtlantaDrake, Future & Molly SantanaDustDrake
Reach me, babyCall my phone and say you need me, babyThought they had me in a deep sleep, babyI'm still scorchin' hot in these streets, babyPull up Maybach, beep-beep, babyAnd my shit came with the heat seats, babySee-through shirt, I get a sneak peek, babyBlow on me just like some green tea, babyAyy, ayy
Tired of all of y'all tellin' me niggas is real, pussy, I know when it's realYou only come home to pose and pop off a look, but you forgot how it feelChi-town, poppin' a pill, go on a drill, lookin' for someone to killWhite kids listen to you 'cause they feel some guilt and that's how your soul gets fulfilledHandin' out turkeys on camera inside of your hood, then you go back to the hillsHow many houses you build? How many souls did you heal off the back of your deal?Difference between niggas gettin' you out of your deal and lettin' you out of your deal, damnAgainst your will, how many new names do you got on your will? DamnHow many more times is y'all gon' keep callin' it soft when it's silk? DamnHow many more interviews y'all gonna do just to get Ice to chill? DamnThey tryna cover it up like a quilt'Rari go skrrt on a boy like a kiltKept it a hundred on paper like WiltTrickin' it off on her, payin' her billThat's just how I do the sauce and the spillThese hoes know how I pop it for realThese hoes know how I pop it for real, yeahYeah, yeahI made way too much in a weekMust be two hundred and fifty at leastLike the money just grew off a treeLike the money just came in for free, for real, yeahMRI machine scannin' my kneeLike how long you been runnin' the streets? For real, yeahShe just text me, like, "Oui, oui, oui, oui"We in Paris like two hundred deep, for realAnd I went bought a whip for my brotherSame body, but two different colorsAnd I might just tell Ky get anotherSmall price 'cause he kept it one hundredAnd I might book a flight out to London(Ayy, Janice, shut the fuck up)