[Intro: jev. & jev.'s friend]
Yo, yo, what the fuck, man? (Let's go, bro, let's go and take [?])
I ain't tryna go over there (Let's go)
Ah, fuck, man, okay, okay, okay, okay... (A'ight, let's go)
Hop in, ah
[Verse 1: jev., jev.'s friend, Melissa & gang members]
This knowledge passed down by my ancestors
Got they body parts cut, so they hands missing
Walk in new neighborhoods and already know the code
Respect the local niggas if you tryna make it home
Simple mathematics, but my niggas got they own agendas
He telling me about Melissa, his newest Correta (What's up, bae?)
She told his ass to come visit she say she said her momma gonе (Come over)
Sweet temptation, you know thе typical (Hahaha)
Pussy power, rather die than to be without her
We from the suburbs, the fuck we doing 'ere, nigga?
You know my momma working over-over-over time
To keep me dead before some pussy
You got me in this Honda Civic swerving
'Cause she told yo' ass to bring a friend (Hey baby, bring a friend for my friend)
Knock on the door three times, nobody answer
Ayo, let's leave it, my spidey sense beeping
Spot three niggas who been watching and creeping
Man, let's head out, it's about to be the evening (Let's bounce)
Where niggas theiving and them things get to squeezing
He said, "Aright, let me hit her line, prolly fell asleep" (One more time?)
"And you know she bad with time"
He going on with excuses, trying to ease his mind
In the same breath, realized the fucking call declined (Aha, the shit declined)
Fuck it, let's bounce I feel something in the air
Head down the stairs tryna make it to the Civic
And the same three niggas I seen, reappeared
"Who the fuck are y'all?" (Who the fuck are y'all?)
Them niggas is heated they about to spazz
"Chill, we just looking for Melissa, where she at?" (Man, we're just looking for Melissa)
Them niggas start to laugh (Hahaha)
I'm tryna figure out the math
And, lo and behold, this bitch gon' show her ass
Smiling, talking about "Y'all need to run them pockets" (Y'all need to run them pockets)
And just like that, it comes together and I'm fed up
This weird ass bitch just had our ass set up
[Interlude: jev., jev.'s friend, Melissa & gang members]
Melissa, you serious right now? (Yeah, nigga)
Melissa, what the fuck, bruh?
Melissa, look at- you- you're serious right now, Melissa? (What you thought? You were gonna get some pussy?)
Wow (Run them pockets nigga, run them fucking pockets)
A'ight, bet, a'ight, bet then, a'ight, bet
[Verse 2: jev. & jev.'s friend]
I take my L's very well, do my math very well
Tryna make it home, I ain't gotta die over iPhones
Please take it all, my homie did the same
But he pleading with Melissa, like, nigga, use yo' brain (Melissa, you serious right now? You se- you for real right now?)
That's not your bitch, you got played, it's all a game
Rewind, I told you all we from the suburbs
My nigga don't agree, he think because his daddy from the hood
He got the same built and the pedigree
He think he Spencer James, superman, okay
They got the goods, they hurry and they all about to leave
My nigga stepped up, grabbed Melissa forcefully
Them niggas turned around, muscle memory
Squeezed (*bang, bang*), two shots
Then I see my homie' body falling to the ground
Try and stop the bleedin'
See his life leaving, and in seconds no heartbeating
My homie got some angel wings today
