[Intro]
Mm-hmm
Mm-hmm

[Chorus]
Could've got him broad day, but we caught him late night
Everybody with me strapped, think I'm hangin' with all dykes
Robbin' everybody, I ain't comin' to play dice
Custos know if we open, we got on a porch light
Unc' like shootin' up, auntie use a crack pipe
Took your bitch out to eat, and bought your son a dirtbike
With this type of money, you won't need a calculator
You was on for lil' bit, you like a movie trailer (Talk to 'em, War)

[Verse]
Hundred dollar three-fives give me Chinese eyes
'Member we was fucked up, had to share some french fries
How you braggin' on the ring? All you did is bеnch ride
Tried to hit him in the hеad, he almost got his hair dyed
Your brother in the grave, how you let him get away with that?
Familiar with the road, other n***as need Google Maps
I'm blowed, paranoid in the crib settin' booby traps
Five-course meal, you on your last box of Scooby Snacks
Wear Chrome Heart, you won't see this nowhere else
The bitch cheatin' and you broke, might as well kill yourself
Bought that bitch 'cause it's Amiri, I don't even wear belts
Do I look like ambulance? Why n***as callin' me for help?
Oh, you need a—? Don't even hit my phone for that
One of my opps just went Live, I know exactly where he at
N***a think I gave him Runtz just because it's in the pack
They not erasin' memory if I call some men in black
Proud of my bitch, she just sold out of bundles
On the 'Gram cuttin' up, like a phone in a tunnel
Everybody for they self, the streets like Royal Rumble
All that bread we could've made, and you took off with a crumble
[Chorus]
Could've got him broad day, but we caught him late night
Everybody with me strapped, think I'm hangin' with all dykes
Robbin' everybody, I ain't comin' to play dice
Custos know if we open, we got on a porch light
Unc' like shootin' up, auntie use a crack pipe
Took your bitch out to eat, and bought your son a dirtbike
With this type of money, you won't need a calculator
You was on for lil' bit, you like a movie trailer