[Verse]
…with me and my mans, that’s life
Hard to make [?] with the Xan’ on fry
No [?] that shit, it’s fuck and goodbye, just fuck me, I’m up in the sky
You can [?] me in the trenches, I’m clutchin’ my nine
Say it, I’m bussin’ his mind

[Chorus]
Walk-in closet, I mix up some Amiri and Chrome, [?] just leave me alone
Got three phones, and don’t even pick up the phone, [?] shit and get bored
These n***as don’t really know, but I’m gone in the field like Ohio
I’m still layin’ back in that bi’ wit’ the grip on my lap, get close, and that bitch might blow
Like who got the tricks and then leave me on floor to die, ‘cause you know I’m pourin’ that
I get your bitch…