"Exposed" lyrics

No, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh
Love no more

I'm switchin' my pants up, I shop with no budget
Recoup when I drop fool, 424 my skelly
I just fucked a fan, I'm rap hustlin', don't judge me
I put a Quagen pint in time out, like Lucki (Drugs are bad)
It's documented, we livin' this life
This lil hoe broke, but all she care 'bout is her picture gettin' likes
I fucked a prostitute missionary, but I was trippin' that night
I got the ho tryna give me sugar, but I don't look nunin' like Finesse
I'm such a made man, all my treesh's, buy me comforter sets
424 my -, 424 my head
424 pajama pants, but I'm not goin' to bed
Got so much swag, even if I'm lackin' -
I'm fresh to death, my opps can't kill me, I'm already dead
7.5 Percocet, freckles on it like Ash Kash (you know it)
He took a xan, with the fit, and he fainted
I'm getting this money for my momma like I'm Damon
I drink a pint for 48 hours, you drank two a day
My diamond's rainbow, it's like my jeweler gay
My foreign yellow tint, the same color as Coi Leray
Geeked up, filled up a Balenciaga cart online, forgot to pay (424)
I can't kick it with a loner, she a cool lil thot
She snortin' coke, but she sneezed, so it blew her high
I put that pistol on a teenager (yeh, yeh, yeh)
'Cause I know some OG's who got smacked by some juveniles
Lil ho so clouted out, she rage baited me (she got me)
Thousand-dollar bags, million-dollar traps, you took the stand in court
You still pretend you right, you used to be my lil' brother
And that's a fact fool, but not no more

424 my -, 424 my sneakers (sneakers)
The perc got freckles on the face, just like Anycia (Anycia)
424
424 my shirt dawg, 424 my shirt dawg (424)
I rock 424 my shirt dawg, I wear 424 like it's merch now
424, 424