"Druski" lyrics

(Is Wesley there?)
Yuh, you just hate yourself for all that fuck shit you be doin'
(Wes, you hear me?) Yuh, yeah

You just hate yourself for all that fuck shit you be doin'
All that talk 'bout how you gon' get-, nigga do it
It's too late to go and make some changes, you done blew it
It's too late, lil' baby, you didn't stay, you just a tourist
I said all my faded like Lil Boosie
Watch it, baby, she keep tryna touch me in the movie
All that ass-kissin' niggas doin', you a flousey
Oh could've been nigga, think he funny? Think he Druski?

You remind me of that shit we did in math, 'cause you useless
She remind me of me picking out my fashion, she be choosin'
She like, "Lelo, you my passion", ho, don't act like you no groupie
I can't put you on no mattress she gon' have me lookin' stupid
I be ridin' with direction, but I'm out here actin' boujee
I just spent a number on my [?] 'cause [?]
She just put a number on my phone, she like, "Use it"
You a weird njgga, you be out here tryna groom shit
Yeah, I rap, but I got out here tryna boom shit
Shawty bad, got her, tryna swoon me
She like, "Lelo, you a catch, and I fuck with all your music"
As soon as she found out I ain't pressed, she gon' boo me
Yuh, go and change yo' name to barrel, you the bottom of it
He be hatin' but that nigga like my son, so I gotta love him
Ain't no room inside the- tss, all my and yo' thot comin'
Ain't no room inside my pants, lil baby, 'cause the yop on me
You don't even got a home, how the fuck you got wock money
Yuh, you ain't never seen a load fuck rap, go and cop some
Yuh, New Detroit