Away

Should I move away?
I cannot be fake
You got in my way
Trippin', might go Kanye
I’m in my pocket
Bitch do not go crazy
Get up out my face
I was never basic
Who would’ve known, who would’ve known?
Bitch, I’m flexin'
I’m a drip finessor
Drippin' with possession, with a weapon
I cannot pretend it
Why act like you know me?
Back, back fifty more feet
I’m in my bag now, I’m in my bag now
Con el trap sound
Dame cash down
On her body, I’m a big dog
Shit, big sauce
Lift off on a rocket
I gotta slay, not a fuckin' stain
This shit gonna smack
Macarena, Macarena
They all got they hands out like it’s Macarena
I like them from the barrio, thicker than Avena
Es una escena son comp dos senas
Dame una dozena baby damelo
I like the way you do it baby, don’t you stop it
Sloppy toppy, got me telling everybody
Killing everybody has become a hobby
Should I move away?
I cannot be fake
You got in my way
Trippin', might go Kanye
I’m in my pocket
Bitch do not go crazy
Get up out my face
I was never basic