Got her wet, uh
Black tints, black cars, posted in the back, uh
Foreign bop, loaded Glock, I can't never lack, uhuse the club, if you hit a lick, can't run it back, uh
Okay, shorty, I can't trust no bitch, how you do that? Uh
Fuck the fame, I'ma kill a bitch if he talk wack, uh
I'ma wreck his shit, don't sweat the shit, ayy, run it back
If I'm in your hood and see you, bitch, ayy, run it back (Woo!)
Pistols have him running like a fuckin' running-back
Ayy, run it back, run it, run it back (Where he at!)
Heard that he was cold, pump him, unimpressed
One step, ayy, shoot that fuck nigga for his sack, let him flex
Pussy try to cap, check his motherfuckin' stats
Ain't shit changed but the ring on my
Middle fuckin' finger, I bling on 'em, baow
Heard him sneak dissin' on my team, not gon' lie
Ayy, hit him for the piece, snatch that bling on him
Fool me, you try me, you'll lose your hopscotch, mm
My Og told me, "Don't trust thots or fuckboys", uh (Ayy-ayy)
Bloody knife in my holster, I behead guys, uh (Ayy!)
Cut a opp, not no Pokémon when [?] , uh
I don't sleep, I rest with my knife at bedtime, mm (Ayy!)
Compositores: Dj Patt, Craig Gordwin, Darius Love, Jahseh Onfroy
ECAD: Obra #29371361