Abusive

Uh, ooh, uh, hm

Mm-hm, hm-mm

Uh, oh, mm, oh (Yeah, mm)

Hm, hm (Yeah)

I love my bitch, but with these drugs I'm abusive

I got too much going on, I can't lose it

If you'll never turn your back, I'll watch you do it

And my life feel like I'm starring in a movie

And I'm divin' in this cup, I'm where the juice is

Yeah, yeah, we got this bitch movin' (Got this bitch movin')

Uh, yeah, cameras (Yeah), where the fuckin' cameras? (Cameras)

I just came in with the drug dealers and the scammers (Pssh, pssh)

Uh, yeah, scammers, scretch it with the Arm & Hammer, uh (Pssh)

Told that bitch I'm going ghost, I feel like Danny Phantom (Ooh yeah)

Yeah, huh, with the widе body like a Phantom (Skrrt)

I ain't fuckin' with these niggas (Skrrt), I had to changе the channel

Yeah, these niggas ain't from my side, these niggas from north Atlanta (Woah)

Yeah, on some boss shit, I had to go get a planner

Ooh, yeah, on some P shit, I told that ho to stand up, wow (Bitch)

I just passed the cup to Bans 'cause that my mud brother, woah

I ain't never slowin' down 'cause I'm a stun-stunner, oh

Even on a rainy day, bitch, we star-studded, woah

Puttin' yo' hands on her face, I keep my hand below her waist (Oh yeah)

Ho, they gon' dodge when the Dodge comin', woah[Verse 4: Yung Bans]

Yeah, "Can you stand the rain?" Bitch, I love struggle

Yeah, I do this for the trenches and all my mud brothers ("Can you stand the rain?" Bitch, I love struggle)

I threw a drum right on my stick because I love cutters (Yeah)

It's a cold, cold world, this shit a motherfucker (Yeah)

Yeah, umbrella, yeah, go get your umbrella, uh

It ain't nothin' you could tell us, yeah, bitch, it ain't nothin' you could me (It ain't nothin' you could tell us)

Uh, yeah, Goodfellas, and we dripped in Margiela, ooh

Lot of hating-ass niggas, know they got some [Hannah?], uh, yeah

All my cars fast and they panoramic, ooh (Skrrt)

Threw the money on the floor 'cause she's a dirty dancer (Yeah), yeah

The way she pick it up, that shit too much to handle, ooh

I was fuckin' on this bitch, she tried to pull a scandal

When we go from rags to riches, two-four, red bandana (Goddamn, uh)

Took a plane to spread this fashion all through south Atlanta (Goddamn, uh)

It's a suicide 'cause, bitch, we came to kill for the camera (Suicide)

It was you and I, but, bitch, I'm posted where the clouds is (Wait), uh

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Oh (Ooh)

Oh, oh

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