Roll more, roll more
Damn

Bad pack of Backwoods hit me with the same straw that fucked the camel up, uh
Bad bitches can't trust, I just had to change numbers for my sanity, uh
Backpack of bankrolls, I didn't have to chase nothin', it just came to me, uh
Hashtaggin', fake hoes can pack they bags up and get away from me (pack it up)
Tell me (tell me, tell me)
What you 'bout to do with your life? (What you 'bout to do with your shit?)
If I'm honest, these drugs might ruin my life, and that shit hurt my stomach
'Cause I feel like I knew it was comin', I tried so hard to get off it
And I really can't do nothin' 'bout it (I swear to God I tried)

Okay, fuck boys cock watchin', bad bitches talk about me
First ho to cry about it, last one to die about it, real shit, I'm not lyin'
Double-parked the wide body, e-everybody side-eyein', they should've tried harder
I don't really feel like flyin', your bitch catch a flight by the any time of month, uh
Thank God I'm finally geeked, hard work paid off (paid off)
Uh, ho, play hard to get, get cut right off (on God)
Uh, bitch, you can't get started with me, this shit don't stop
If I smoked before I showed up, if it's loud in here, that's my fault

Bad pack of Backwoods hit me with the same straw that fucked the camel up, uh
Bad bitches can't trust, I just had to change numbers for my sanity, uh
Backpack of bankrolls, I didn't have to chase nothin', it just came to me, uh
Hashtaggin', fake hoes can pack they bags up and get away from me (pack it up)
Tell me (tell me, tell me)
What you 'bout to do with your life? (What you 'bout to do with your shit?)
If I'm honest, this ho gon' ruin my life, and that shit hurt my stomach
'Cause I feel like I knew it was comin', I tried so hard to get off it
And I really can't do nothin' 'bout it (I swear to God I tried)

I know that shit hard
'Cause I really can't do nothin' about it (I know)
I tried, I swear to God I tried (I know)