EMOTIONLEZZ (ft. Trippie Redd)

Yeah (Woah)

They can't take us down, nigga (Can't stand, Gyant)

Yeah

This for all the weirdos, shout out (Can't stand)

Huh, I got plenty, I'm losin' my homie over a check (Yeah)

I don't give a **** if I see a million on text (Ooh)

I don't give a **** if these bad hoes want sex (Yeah)

I'm winnin', not losin', this year, I'm on your ass (Ooh)

I got emotionless thoughts, oh-oh

Look at all this ice I just bought

Feelin' all these feelings I been caught

All these damn blessings I was owed (yessir)

Get high, fly lil too too fast (Woah, huh)

Can't trust a bitch with a butterfly tat (Yeah)

When I'm in Chicago, I gotta watch my back (Yeah)

But I love Chicago, I know they got my back (Yeah)

Is it too bit of explicit if I ask that bitch, "Sorry, chick, can I lick it?" Ha (Ha)

Before I stick it in the clit, yeah, where I'm 'posed to hit it?

You know I don't give no ****s

Huh, I got plenty, I'm losin' my homie over a check (Yeah)

I don't give a **** if I see a million on text (Ooh)

I don't give a **** if these bad hoes want sex (Yeah)

I'm winnin', not losin', this year, I'm on your ass (Ooh)

Big 14, know what the **** goin' on (Yeah)

I don't give a **** about you bird-ass hoes (Yeah)

I don't give a **** about you lame-ass hoes

I'm just in Versace, eatin' jerk egg rolls

And my next bitch better than my last ho

I don't give a ****, bitch, skinny ho, her ass, woah

Chillin' with this Blasian bitch, she done bleached her asshole

You worryin' 'bout my last flow, worried 'bout this cash flow

Rick Owens on my bitch when I walk through

Me and twin need some kush, you know that I'll cross you

That's my baby, that's my baby, I would lock you

I don't need them hoes, they all under you

Huh, I got plenty, I'm losin' my homie over a check (Yeah)

I don't give a **** if I see a million on text (Ooh)

I don't give a **** if these bad hoes want sex (Yeah)

I'm winnin', not losin', this year, I'm on your ass (Ooh)