[Intro]
What the fuck are you talking about, okay?
I'm your partner, okay?
You're not gonna trust me with that kind of thing, who the fuck are you gonna trust?

[Verse]
Couldn't afford designer, but n***a, now I got it
She think I'm hard, the Glock in my pocket
He think he hard, that n***a not about it
On the net, he talk hot, when I see him that boy silent
Uh, I'm tryna s— I-I'm tryna see
When I dropped out, they won't pull up, them boys sweet
When we walk around, double down, me and Izzy
Ol' boy got hit in the head wit a .45, he wasn't even lookin'
Hit a n***a that stare too hard, keep it pushing
I ain't trippin' 'bout shit, 'cause I know that boy pussy
I'm in Cali wit' Niko smokin' on Cookies
If you want us rock out your lil' show, better book it
Fuck boy don't shoot shit, Devin Booker
This not a regular Glock, this a fully, uh
I'm on the opp block, masked up, tryna hop out and shoot somethin'
He think he fucking wit' me, that boy dumb
N***a try run up on me, that boy done
I-I don't like [Junya?], no more that shit done
They on that rip all day, get spun
You wanna be killjae, it ain't fun (She's all out of brothers)
[Verse 2]
Every time I'm outside, they don't wanna come out no more, this shit lame
I was 15, used to post up at that lane
That bitch say that we locked in, don't know my name
G5 pop out the cut, let it bang
I r—I rather do it myself like Cobain
We used to be locked in, shit not the same
I'ma stay down 'til the whole world know my name