[Intro]
Gren

[Chorus: Fimiguerrero]
Can't tell me bout no psuedo
I kick shit down like judo
I’ve seen the future, pluto
I make bread, its fat like sumo
I think I need my kudos
The watch on me like Hublot
I done bossed up like Hugo
I was tryna trust on time, but who knows
[?] on the foreway
This bread baking is my forte (Ay)
She eat this dick like gourmet pieces
[?] on my neck [?] sorbet
I was hitting licks in the hallways
Them times, I'd be the last at the doorway
Need bread, then I'm getting it always
I got a bad ting that lives up in Norway
It’s calm cause I got it on a tour date

[Verse 1: Fimiguerrero]
I know that the cycles repeating
This life is a game and I'm cheating
Sometimes I didn't know how to eat in the evening
So how could I care bout a breakup
There's cash on my mind when I wake up
My mum told me bout that fake love
I was 13 I had no data, no paper, in the car tryna break her
Bad bitch, [?] shouldn't ever paid her
I got a bad ting straight from Jamaica
Fucked her, well I fucked up her makeup
I got girls, I was filing my paycuts
I hate when the day one change up
I walk in the store and they hate us
Eyebrows raise up when I go pay up
I got paper trails
I get my packs in heavy, but its not for sale
You can't comprehend, this pain I felt of living this life in hell
I'm out for something else, not fame or girls
I see man done more in jail
I'm on call to the next done victim
[Chorus: Fimiguerrero and Sainté]
Can’t tell me bout no psuedo (Ay)
I kick shit down like judo (Yeah)
I’ve seen the future, pluto
I make bread, its fat like sumo
I think I need my kudos
The watch on me like Hublot
I done bossed up like Hugo
I was tryna trust on time, but who knows
[?] on the foreway
This bread baking is my forte (Ay)
She eat this dick like gourmet pieces
[?] on my neck [?] sorbet (Sorbet)
I was hitting licks in the hallways (Hallways)
Them times, I'd be the last at the doorway
Need bread, then I’m getting it always (Yeah)
I got a bad ting that lives up in Norway (Yeah)
It's calm cause I got it on a tour date (When)

[Verse 2: Sainté]
You had to post up on the east then (Like east)
I ain't gotta live about a pretend (Yeah)
I like to run trap with the g's dem
And they locked up, tell police to reduce them (I swear, to free all my)
I spent a few racks for an outfit, just to wear out and just rent for the evening (Like money on my mind)
If the tunes don’t slap then I'm leaving (Yeah)
If you spill mans drink then we're beefing (Okay)
Not yours but they're screaming out my name (Yeah)
Not yours, they were looking at my chain
In 5K, made your girl start vibrate
She want tea, she can have that at my place (Yeah)
I don't really talk on the socials (No)
But they add it to my places (Ay ay ay)
Let me know when you're local (Yeah)
If its beef then you know we'll get vocal (Holla)
I hate when my day ones wild out (Why)
When the block gets hot then time out (Facts)
Your girl's outside tryna glide out, if I glide now then its boutta be nights out (Skrr)
I take the attention to my house (Yeah)
She takes this wood to the iCloud (Brain)
I fix my fit then I ride out (Haha)
And [?]
[Chorus: Fimiguerrero]
Can't tell me bout no psuedo
I kick shit down like judo
I've seen the future, pluto
I make bread, its fat like sumo
I think I need my kudos
The watch on me like Hublot
I done bossed up like Hugo
I was tryna trust on time, but who knows
[?] on the foreway
This bread baking is my full forte (Ay)
She eat this dick like gourmet pieces
[?] on my neck [?] sorbet
I was hitting licks in the hallways
Them times, I'd be the last at the doorway
Need bread, then I'm getting it always
I got a bad ting that lives up in Norway
It's calm cause I got it on a tour date