This is a song about "Hit me up later"

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Satan helped me and you were screaming, but later, i was weaken

Baby, you got that super bass

Up until i hit glass

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Later on the grown up was running the map man

Lefty flip hit me up nigga tri finga rustan be boostin like a hype man need a flight plan

Cause i done suffered so much, i'm feelin' shell-shockedand driveby's an everyday thang

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

So i sit back and roll up the next, while im blazed my ex hit me up with a text,

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Probably hit up the botany pharmacy

You might catch me later

That damier bag i bought her

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

I chew all you bitches up like a now and later