(Hook - Vic August)

Trouble in my hands
Poppin’ out the function it’s a hunnid in these bands dawg
Its all in the air unless it’s bussin’ out my hands dawg
She said she from France really she from over there
Really I jumped out the leer, really I keep it in here
Really I’m off something real, really I been -
Keeping it real and giving a fuck how they feel
I put the bank on my backend I’m feelin’ like I’m outchea giving out deals
We came from nothing for real
We had to run it for real
And I’m bouta buss it for real
I’m bouta buss it for real
And I’m bouta buss it for real

(Verse 1 - Vic August)

When she come
She come
Correct
Finesse
I’m next
I’m blessed
You guessed
They pressed
I bet
Light me up a blue leaf count up what I’m bout to spend
Careful how you’re moving you know I won’t trust again
I been on the edge and I been living my life best and no here can come at my neck and let me know I’m the one they wanna press
Lethal weapon careful where you steppin’
Careful what you pressin’ dawg
Move around with some blessings
If I ever split it lord knows it’s just with my bredren
(If I - if I ever split it lord knows it’s just with my bredren)