[Intro]
Ha, yeah
Fell in love with money
Fell in love with drugs
Fell in love with guns
R.I.P. Fredo, R.I.P Deathwish, for real
Yeah

[Chorus]
Back up on my bullshit
Your clique they be on that hoe shit
Leave an opp body up in the ocean
Saw the cops coming I was like "oh shit"
Yeah, yeah, countin' up all this big bank
Run up on me and you get hit with that thing
Kickin' shit call me Tyler Sensei, yeah
Y'all smoking on mid, y'all smoking on headache
I make a band up on a a bad day
They wanna know how much I make on a good day

[Verse]
Yeah they pocket watching on me
Got that pocket rocket on me
I ain't scared to kill you
I ain't scared to kill your homie
Oh you think I won't shoot?
Well you must not know me
Ballin' R.I.P. to Kobe
Perc killin' me slowly
Off five drugs I'm a O.D
Xan, perc, oxy, lean and that codeine
He got money but he ain't gonna show me
He got them Glocks but he ain't gonna show me
Got everything from A-Z
Bad hoe on the magazine
Glock 19 magazine
I know you hear it when it sing
I heard that y'all been witnessing
Bout to make things interesting
Gun him down then say I'm innocent
[Chorus]
Back up on my bullshit
Your clique they be on that hoe shit
Leave an opp body up in the ocean
Saw the cops coming I was like "oh shit"
Yeah, yeah, countin' up all this big bank
Run up on me and you get hit with that thing
Kickin' shit call me Tyler Sensei, yeah
Y'all smoking on mid, y'all smoking on headache
I make a band up on a a bad day
They wanna know how much I make on a good day