[intro]
We missed you, Faygo
(brehhh! Duahh!)
[verse 1]
Straight out da crib i tote my fucking Glock (tote my Glock)
And every dollar that I make that adds another opp (that's a opp)
I pull up flex on a nigga like wtf he thought? (what he thought)
He think he tough I'm with my goblins we gon' spin that block (bleh, bah bah, bah)
Then spin that bitch again
I don't need no friends just my brothers and my fucking kin
Only Benjamin, make these boujee stripper bitches dance
I be off these drugs, be so high can't see where to land (yah, yahahahaaa)
Why they think i'm just another man? (bleh!)
Might drop dat fye shit on em that's gon' make em think again (beep!)
I put some fly shit on my bitch just like I'm pеter pan
I walk around wit a revolver likе i'm dirty dan (bleh! bleh!)
And i stay smoking on dat loud but dis a different strand (yea)
She caught me once and I can never trust that bitch again (yea)
No silver spoon but I guess god just dealt me out his hand
I play my cards and I win over and over again
I never let no fuck nigga play with me
Don't never throw shade on me
I don't give a fuck if that bitch hate on me she'll still try to lay on me (yahhh)
Don't you ever put your trust on me do you know it's a snake in me? (slatt, slatt)
Love that bitch cuz she real and she love every mistake in me
I came in wit a brand new bih cuz my old bih couldn't stay with me
He can't tell me pull dat choppa on him now he acing me (yahh)
Think bout death everyday I really think life is lacing me
If I lay down dick and I do wrong she still chasing me (go!, go!)
Rarely stuntin on a nigga bitch I'm only 17
17 gotta get this green nigga fuck you mean
Rob the plug don't feel sorry for him, we took all his things
Nigga mad nigga out bad he can not be me, yah
He think he fye and shit
Until I fry his shit
She steady selling hope and I'm not buying shit (yahhh)
She fucking with faygo (yahh) and she not hiding shit (yah, yah)
I heard she got a man (brehh) heard he be crying n shit (breh breh)
I know he got the news, i ripped her spine n shit
I sent her back to him (skrt), thought she was mine n shit (brrr)
I'm tryna cop a chain, the type to blind a bitch (yah yah)
I'm tryna go and buss a AP down up on my wrist (bitch!)
And he's a sad ass nigga we know dat he counterfeit (bitch!)
He said he won't fold when it's pressure but i'm doubting it
I don't like money on no card cuz I like counting it
Won't do no feature if I'm not get nothing out of it
Don't get slimed bitch (slatt), I'm on my slime shit
Don't try to help when I come up won't get a dime bitch
Ain't got no love for you get that out your mind bitch
I lost my heart like way back way back to be honest
(I lost my heart like way back way back to be honest)
