[Intro]
He-he-he-he-he-he-he-he (A Lau on this bitch)
Ah-ah, ah, ah, ah

[Chorus]
I'm in the corner, I'm watching you kiss him
R-I-P to my loved ones, they know that I miss 'em
I'll show you it's real love
All the real n***as gon' feel ya', yeah

[Verse]
Now I'm filing the plug, bitch, I got Mob Ties
Now I'm in new Bentley coupe with the frog eyes
How would you feel if I was your mans?
Tryna backdoor, you won't be again
I'm done taking L's, shit got better
Used to sleep on the floor, none of this handed to me
Just know I keep a stick if you ran up to me
Thought you was my mans, n***a, they envy me
I'm not the guy that you taking home
I keep dancing on my own
Me and my chopper, hey
Me and my chopper, hey
I connected the dots
Got a new firearm
And I'm still wearing Saint Laurent
Fuck that shit, I need to get a new weapon
I don't really care about the Gucci collection
Bitch, I was really in the block like Tetris
Now I got my bitch in designer dresses
I always got to watch how I move
Take my pain away, you can keep it
Shooter with dreads, I'ma call that n***a Takeoff
Big drake on me, now he tooken' off
Got shot in his shit, now he eat through a straw
Got a big drake, I started from the bottom
I never thought I had me a model
Big .45, I'ma creep like a possum
Amigo plug, no Americano
He like "Why he got a gun and he wearing Red Bottoms?"
Yo' n***a be plotting like shit, so I watch him
They hearing that shit, that n***a in trauma
I'm rich, you broke, we not in the same column
Nobody care but I did
My chopper sing, chandelier
I tried to call, he was dead
He Young Thug, my shooter with dreads
[Chorus]
I'm in the corner, I'm watching you kiss him
R-I-P to my loved ones, they know that I miss 'em
I'll show you it's real love
All the real n***as gon' feel ya', yeah