Turn up everything in my headphones please

[Verse]
Gone with the beat, gone with the motherfucking beat
Gone with the motherfucking bag in the street, bag in the street, bag in the street

Pffft, ah
Gone, gone through the day
Going, think I hada make pace
I ain't got much but I like it that way
I was sad one day then everything change

Pffft, fake
Fake as the snakes
Y'all thinkin' that a boy Drake
I ain't got stress yo I'm makin' shit bang
I ain't got mills but I sure can sang
Man I sure can-

Pfff, fresh
Fresh as the breeze
Cold as my chick when she leave
Hoes wanna roll when I spit a 16
And the kid gon' ball don't you worry 'bout me
But the boy so-
Tttt, tight
Tight with the mic
Thinkin that im wrong when im right
They be gettin' off to songs I don't like
And I hop off the plane askin' if this is real life
Man this is real?

Psshh, cold
Cold as the breeze
Y'all like summer '16
Bitch lookin' bad and she all on her knees
She got hit a g, she got hit a g
And I’ll paint it all?

Pshhh, black
Black as the night
As sweet as a peach when it ripe
You could get a feature they gon' pay you no mind
And the touch down real this is who I like

[Chorus]
I keep an all-star bitch in my arms
I fell in love, I'm like what have I done
And I'll be gone by the morning sun
I leave it all in the hotel room
I keep an all-star bitch in my arms
I fell in love, I'm like what have I done
And I'll be gone by the morning sun
I leave it all in the hotel room, in the hotel room

Stuck in these hotels
Lovin' on these hoes still
Swear these ones know me so well
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