Intro

[Verse 1] Niggas stole from my dog, had to tell them that it wasn't us I remember we was boys, tell me where you put the trust at It could be way worse, you could be riding on a bus You could be lots of places, yeah, I done seen lots of faces And I told him not to play with me I'm not the one to play with And I'm the one they dread in this bitch like I was Haitian I knock off your man in this bitch, yeah, yeah None of my niggas playing fair Who really my dogs, these days I can't tell Uh, go get an M, put it right in the suitcase Wait, oh you wanna be friends, nah nigga its too late Wait, oh bitch wanna cheat, now I'm up in thе hills with a new bae Wait, nigga you was gettin' playеd, now bitch not playing the new game [Verse 2] Wait, yeah ( Based1 got them bands ho ) Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah And now I'm like hold on, hold on Trapped and he only been at it like so long You popping up 12 on the dot Imma get your ass held till I pop They always give a nigga hell till the drop Seen the bag like, damn, you hit the spot You had the ball, now it's you sitting out Only take me a call to get you out the light Got it with you but is you gon' use it or not They don't know 'bout the times when they told you that you wasn't shit, now they look up and you getting guap Niggas asking if rapping is paying they gon' make me fuck around, pull up to school with the knots They ain't passing but now they see you with the rock Pocket and stick it in books at the school Shawty, she red, but I like my money azul In Miami, more than Uncle Luke I got a couple vibes, they at the crib Bitch I can handle more than Uncle Drew I had to dog a word to Uncle Snoop Look in the cupboard, ain't no gin and juice I told my partner, pass the 42 Already knew he never wanted problems, that boy a dodger like he 42 They couldn't handle if I told the truth [Verse 3] Nah, they couldn't handle They don't know the shit I been through They would never say they fans, but, they hating, shit I call it fan love Never did I fuck with you, nor, do I fuck with what you stand for Mama say that I don't call no more, sorry mom I got my hands full Screaming all throughout the house Now they scream my name when they got their hands up I'm from the MET, that's the land though Hatin' niggas they don't never wanna see you win I cannot pretend, nah, I just wanna see my niggas win Lord forgive all my sins Word to Thugger, nigga fuck em all, we gon' go and ball to the very end