[Intro: Kankan]
(Desire, bitch haha)
He think he better than me, ha
That n***a actin' crazy
That n***a actin'-
He think he better than me, uh
He think he better than me, yeah

[Verse 1: Kankan]
He think he better than me (Ha)
I’m with the guys 4 deep (I’m with the guys 4 deep)
These n***as tryna deceive
And the Draco sing like The Weeknd
I’m on codeine I’m in the deep end
I don’t want your love you can keep it
Why you actin’ like I need you?
Half of these n***as they see through
Half of thеse hoes they ran through
Might catch a flight out to Cancun
I rеmember we was eatin' canned food
New ARP and it came wit’ a handle
Have my young n***as just go blam you
Turn your lil' ass right to soul food
N***a I don’t you, boy you hoe-
N***a I don’t you, I ain’t gon’ hold you, we'll ho' you
I’m from the south eatin' soul food (Eatin' soul food)
I’ve been tryna put my cup down
I’ve been tryna put the pills down
If you go against us, you’ll get put down
Them n***as hoes, they can't come around
[Refrain: Desire]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' a new Glock
Huh, it's a 10 ball in my pocket no lie
Yeah, kicked the bitch out the spot, she was dry
Yeah, I get so high that's no lie
I keep that rod on me, he better not try
Got on that Mason Margiela I'm fly
Yeah, I really put on anything
He like to cap for the live
He see that fire, know you got blicked
He was talkin' all that hot shit
N***a, where you at, better have ya' stick
When I catch ya' be ready to bang
Mixin' these drugs 'cause they heal the pain
Spendin' them dead guys on Helmut Lang
I know you a scholar, come and give me brain
Yeah, these n***as live up to the hype
They like to type, he can get sniped
She a freak wit' a BBL
She ridin' that dick, just like a bike

[Verse 2: Desire]
Yeah, that stupid n***a talkin' 'bout he gon' take my life
Yeah, aight, yeah
Them VVS' love to fight, yeah
Them FMJ's love to bite
[Refrain: Desire]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' a new Glock
Huh, it's a 10 ball in my pocket no lie
Yeah, kicked the bitch out the spot, she was dry
Yeah, I get so high that's no lie
I keep that rod on me, he better not try
Got on that Mason Margiela I'm fly
Yeah, I really put on anything
He like to cap for the live
He see that fire, know you got blicked
He was talkin' all that hot shit
N***a, where you at, better have ya' stick
When I catch ya' be ready to bang
Mixin' these drugs 'cause they heal the pain
Spendin' them dead guys on Helmut Lang
I know you a scholar, come and give me brain
Yeah, these n***as live up to the hype
They like to type, he can get sniped
She a freak wit' a BBL
She ridin' that dick, just like a bike