[Intro: Drake]
You know I had to do one, I gotta get one, yuh
Life's crazy, it's hard for me to trust
It's hard for me to trust
'Cause even if they not down, they act down 'cause they know what's up
[Verse 1: Drake]
Ayy, ayy, niggas love to get to switchin' on some ho shit
We ain't strippin' when we grippin' on a pole, bitch
Ayy, baby got to slip me in her throat quick
Feed her ass McDonald's on some E-I-E-I-O shit
Oh shit, got the factory diamonds on me, no shit, ayy
Bro had a knockout, so we both hit
And the car black matted on some woke shit
Thinkin' far back, I was on some broke shit
Whole time all that money sittin' in my notes, bitch
Never dreamt of seven-hundrеd million when I wrote shit
I was tryin' get it for my momma and thе bros quick
And my girl, Hawi, she was Ethiopian
Then the skies parted and I saw a openin'
Tried doin' drugs, it ain't work, I was focusin'
I never got to graduate or do a homecomin'
Couldn't take no money from nobody got my own comin', ayy, yeah
I got my own comin'
Came in this alone so I ain't expect a loan comin'
All my brothers eyes blood red like they on somethin'
Bad ways love the Boy so much, they wanna—ayy, yeah, ayy
They wanna dome somethin'
You know how we rockin' in this bitch, it's like Stallone comin'
When I get that feelin', gotta trust it, man, it's smoke comin'
I don't like to look at shawty, eyes is like, "You know somethin'"
I got real niggas pickin' up the slack for me
I got white boys really down to black for me
I got real hitters tryna go to bat for me
Been a long day, baby, throw it back for me, ayy
Bend her back for me, ayy
Break a back for me, ayy
Ratchet girls don't ask, man, they ask for me, ayy
Bend her back for me, ayy
Baby, tell me how you feel when you tell me that it's real
Is it actually, ayy
Bend her back for me, break her back for me
Girl, it's gotta be real, you wouldn't cap to me
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
(Say) They at my top, they want my spot, but nigga, I'll be damned
She wanna get married, all I did was get her a little lamb
Remember postin' by the Quick Stop, I was sellin' yams
If you my bitch, stop postin' other rappers on the 'gram
'Cause I don't appreciate you dick-ridin' me and them
Man, fuck that hoe, that shit old news, CNN
Caresha nun' new (CNN), but now she ran her [?] up (CNN)
Ain't 'bout you bitch, ho, I'm the shit, I want my feet sucked
On a regular day, I'm in Miami with my heat tucked
We sendin' niggas on they way, we call it meat truck
Like Johnny punch me in the mouth, he got my teeth bust
I put them crosses on the Chrysler like I'm Jesus
Say, this a SRT Chrysler, not the slow kind
Ain't no point in askin' how she doin' 'cause she so fine
Yeah, I send her back and forth with P's on a Greyhound (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
And by me we slidin' and we swingin' like the playground'
Caught up with them niggas that was steady screamin' motion
Tag a nigga toe on some eenie-minie-mo shit
I'm from where these niggas'll wanna kill you for your own shit
Where these niggas' mouth be full of gold, but they don't own shit
I'm from where these hoes'll say you raped them off of phone sex
Put you right on child support, the baby ain't even born yet
Me, I'm in a Thundercat, I'm swervin' bumpin' that throwback Boosie
Yeah, I smell like zaza pack and Baccarat and white girl coochie
Yeah I told her, "Snowbunny, come get some money with me this summer" [?]
I'm from that Pompano, yeah, Ugly Corner, 1800 Block
Golden Acres Projects baby, man, I'm a sunshine boy
I don't know what you gon' do, you know me I'ma bust mine, boy
I jump out right at Powerline, I let it off, Garfield
When I get Hennessy Carolina, I'm puttin' two in the ho' ribs
On my paper, shit get lethal if you touch mine, nigga (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Seven trays back-to-back just like a lunch line, nigga
