[Verse]

I said excuse me, why the fuck you lookin'? What’s your problem?
I swear we gon' have drama if you touch my tailored garments
All you see is n***as here, so that means it's triggers there
What you mean? We got weed, and codeine and bricks for sale
I bet a lot of n***as plottin’ so you know I got that heater, bruh
Drive my side of Harlem, catch me ridin' with my nina, bruh
She got an apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruh
Oh you mean like Q-Tip? Now that girl my new bitch
Excuse me, no, I believe the proper term's excuse you
I could switch up on you n***as and start shittin' if I choose to
That's when the new you becomin' different since they knew you
I guess the new me is just gon' take some gettin' used to