[Intro]
(Wow, for the win, that could be it)
Ayy (I'm on go, I'm on—, ayy)
(1up made it)

[Verse]
Huh, and she ain't even my type, but
Bad-ass bitch who be fuckin' my life up, uh (My life up)
Really, I be fuckin' her life up
Postin' them pics, and it's fuckin' her likes up (Shit fuckin' her likes up)
Steppin' on shit, and it's fuckin' my Nikes up (Ayy, huh)
Uh, that shit be fuckin' my nights up
Spittin' the truth, give a fuck who don't like none (The fuck?)
But that shit be fuckin' my mic up (Ayy)
Ayy, I leave the crib at like 3:30 (Ayy, bitch)
Hunnid shots on me, I keep more than three-thirty
Bitch, if I leave, then you deserve it
Want me to be loyal to you? Thеn be worthy (Bitch)
No, bitch, if I leave, thеn you deserve it
Know it's too late, but I don't like to eat early (Ayy, ayy)
Your lil' bitch a fiend, that ho eat Perkys
I'm 'bout my business, talked too loud and she heard it
Choppin' the—, choppin' the beat like that bit' was a new sample (Ayy)
I'm fuckin' that bitch in my new sandals (Run up and—)
Run up and take that boy name like a new handle (Ayy, yeah)
I'm totin' that switch with the new handle (Grrt, grrt)
Keep the shit short and sweet like Emmanuel
Out of that boy, made an example, huh
He fuck with the gang, that will be handled
Hang that boy, head over balcony, feet dangled (Yeah)
Take that boy property, he'll get popped in his shit, tryna stop the monopoly (Popped in his shit)
You can't outrun the apocalypse, hollow tips godly, possessed, and it's boxed up (Ayy)
Checkin' the lobby, I'm up in that room
He won't hear shit but, "Boom," put him up in that tomb
With some mo'fuckers that be masked up just like Doom
Make a pussy-ass n***a crawl back in the womb (Ayy)
He ain't even really like that, only want fight n***as who ain't gon' fight back
Ayy, I just hit my old bitch, she ain't write back
But I don't give no fuck, she'll be right back (Ayy)
Nut on her face, now his bitch need a eyepatch
I saved the pic on my iPad
Huh, just playin', I ain't the same man that I was once before, but I'm feelin' just like that, ayy (Feelin' just like that)
On the back of the burner's a block
N***a, don't earn you a shot (Ha)
Bitch n***as 'round you ain't learnin' a lot
You gon' fall in that grave, be turnin' inside (Brrt)
Got a phone call, n***a (Ayy), that's the hitman
To the way to bag yo' shit, man
Wavin' that bitch just like Ip Man (Ayy)
Got like two of yo' best friends smoked for like six grams (Ayy, ayy, for like six grams)
Boy, it's three-thousand a piece, I ain't even pay a thousand for none of these pieces (Ain't even pay a thousand)
Gun in my brief, fuck he wantin' with me?
N***a got a better chance tryna run up on Jesus
[Outro]
The fuck, n***a? (Ayy, yeah)
Dumbass, uh, ayy
Wop, wop
1up