I’m tired of the fuckery, you know what’s up
Bullets stay stuck to me, I keep it tucked
She keep on callin’, she wanna fuck (Uh-huh)
40 missed calls, I’m off double cups
Watch me start ballin’, like I’m on the bucks
Brodie off pills, swervin’ in the truck
He ain’t got no chill, he gon’ fuck it up
Slide through that block, lookin’ for a chump
If we see a opp, I swear that he gone (I swear that he gone)
These hoes they be wildin’, no I ain’t the one (No I ain’t the one)
Movin’ real right, so I am the one
Jeans too tight, no I cannot run
I got a nice grip, tucked in my amiris
She like play that song I just wanna hear it
They sa—
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—on the run
Uh-huh, now I gotta run
Ds on my ass, cause I got a gun (Ds on my ass)
Adrenaline rushin’, I’m like “what the fuck?” (I’m like “what the fuck?”)
They say I’m they brother, but they ain’t do nun (And they ain’t do what?)
Fuck all ‘em n***as man they really goofy (They really)
I got a new Glock and I’mma boom it
I got some new guap, she wanna do me
I only do thots, I like ‘em boujee (I only, damn)
She wanna take pics, this moment exclusive
Fuck all the opps, what y’all really doin’?
Uh-huh, broski he with me, he totin’ the stitch
And he movin’ real tact