[Intro]
Ric!
TheLocalTrash!

[Chorus: JABRIL]
Off a xanax, got my back against the wall
N***as needin' me for everything, I'm not the one to call
I'ma score, you gon' sail, I'm like Kobe with the ball
She gon' text, she gon' spam, I'ma block her if she call

[Verse 1: JABRIL]
She gon' choose, you gon' lose, I'ma win, yeah, she pick
Yeah, I got a little fame and now I swear that I'm the shit
We got poles takin' souls, talkin' crazy get you hit
I got hoes at my shows, know my words, yeah, it's lit
I just pour a fuckin' four, not enough if it's a deuce
We got beef? I'm not scared, we gon' rally with the troops
You a hoe, you a fraud, I'm gon' tell the fuckin' truth
That's your girl I just fucked, she told me that I was smooth
Back of club, high as fuck, I think I'm 'bout to die
You know you no killer, n***a, you ain't gotta lie
Say you real but you fake, I see right through your disguise
People talk, people hate, and they pray on my demise

[Chorus: JABRIL]
Off a xanax, got my back against the wall
N***as needin' me for everything, I'm not the one to call
I'ma score, you gon' sail, I'm like Kobe with the ball
She gon' text, she gon' spam, I'ma block her if she call
[Verse 2: Mixed Matches]
And I know you wanna call to me when I don't notice you
And I don't remember talkin' 'bout something I didn't do
So when you're lookin', I don't wanna make contact
When you're tellin' but the truth
And when you're feeling sad, I make you fallin' off
And I don't have shit to prove
And I don't give a fuck about where you're from
And you just wanna talk when it isn't with love
And I don't wanna push it to you that you're torn up
With shit you couldn't do