You broke my heart into a million pieces
I left my Louboutins and all my Yeezys
That ain't nothing, I really hope you bleach 'em
Burn up my garment, have fun with that designer, bitch
I just want you beside me just like my cup feels good
I want Ceelo on side me just like my gun is, I wish he never left
I gotta ask myself, would I drown in this styrofoam tonight? Yeah, yeah
And float up to the top of the ice, yeah, yeah

Chain on, flawless
My brain on, cross 'em
Block on choppers
My life on problems
My bitch on toxic
Free Osama, one word
Bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies
Come out that hellhole, I'm rich, Porter, Roddy
She told my friends [?]
But shawty gon' bust something for the kid
And one day, we all fall down
Welcome to the gun, smoke town
Spin out that back, leave no regrets
Gotta stay outta jail but the Goat need rest
Thinking I'm needing an ambulance
I'm bleeding Actavis, no, you ain't having it
Girl, I'm so high, I might never land
I kill to be happy, I know I'm an addict
And girl, I just hope that you understand
I'm on the floor, I'm searching

You broke my heart into a million pieces
I left my Louboutins and all my Yeezys
That ain't nothing, I really hope you bleach 'em
Burn up my garment, have fun with that designer, bitch
I just want you beside me just like my cup feels good
I want Ceelo on side me just like my gun is, I wish he never left
I gotta ask myself, would I drown in this styrofoam tonight? Yeah, yeah
And float up to the top of the ice, yeah, yeah

Got some models in the room, some in the lobby
Fucked around and sold the game and this shit ain't tragic
Hellcat Charger, no shortage
I'm so quick to drop my shell, this Glock cheat on Obama
They only serve white in that house
Narcs have been tryna bum it
My mama's baby, I keep a gun, I don't even semi-lack
Fuck a gold plaque, I want my nigga back
Catch him on holiday eve and we go right at him
I got some opps in the streets and I got some that's rappers
I hate when they say that I changed
Why do not nobody think?
A nigga just working harder, I'm still fighting charges
Ain't come this far for nothing, bitch, I'ma work for this stuff

You broke my heart into a million pieces
I left my Louboutins and all my Yeezys
That ain't nothing, I really hope you bleach 'em
Burn up my garment, have fun with that designer, bitch
I just want you beside me just like my cup feels good
I want Ceelo on side me just like my gun is, I wish he never left
I gotta ask myself, would I drown in this styrofoam tonight? Yeah, yeah
And float up to the top of the ice, yeah, yeah