Featuring Dave

[Intro]

Hal made it special

[Verse]

Pillow-talkin' to a ho 'bout your gang, you better stop

Like, who's got more money, or who's got a better spot?

Tryna style me 'bout trappin', somethin' that you better not

If you still live at home with mum and you don't reup on a box

Don't assume, go and ask what 'bout I do for my block

Or what I did if he's from Smolley or Ship, then spin the whip

They'll say I ain't done shit, but that's what they're meant to say

'Cause they don't want I really done drillings on my resume

22 got the crown for bustin' guns and settin' pace

Stop pullin' face, pretty girl, come and face it

The way she throw it back on me had me in some phases

Like, "Should I really fuck with her?" But that was just a phase

Still stuck up in my ways, should I buy a box of yay'

Or drop my track featuring Dave and accumulate a Z a day?

He got shot once before this time, but he'll never say

She told me if I fuck up just one time, she'll never stay

But never say never

Phone my AR anytime, any weather

He was on the corner when he held bullets in his sweater

All the hoes that I mingle with are dumb, but I'm clever

They just all give me brain and now I'm smarter than ever

And niggas jealous of my come-up, how I used to be a runner

How I used to have no bread and hardly any butter

And now my skeleton's a stunner, turn your BM to a Hoover

My .17's a young ting, my .38's a cougar

My youngin, he don't wanna be a trapper, just a shooter

Any time he's pressin' buttons, he is not on no computer

Had stones in my mouth before I ever saw a jeweler

Saw a fresh .45 before I saw a (Shh)

And I don't trust the majority of niggas in my hood, so no, you can't wear my wristwatch

Don't ask what's wrong, you wouldn't have known if I was pissed off

In all black with Crash standin' next to me, stick cocked, don't get your shit rocked

I'll be real, someone's flyin' if I ever get my shit robbed

I don't miss lots, but I miss NB and I miss Frost

I miss bein' broke, back when everyone weren't up my arse

Cuban chains 'round my neck still don't make me upperclass

Bet you that I up it fast

Talkin' on my name like I ain't left you all wet like you were layin' in a bubble bath

I ain't tryna burst your bubble

You been out here for years in the same position, clearly don't know how to hustle

Said she wanna go D.R

They won't fit inside her bag 'cause I ain't rollin' with no PR

My nigga got a 7 on his back like he CR

In the Lamb truck, all you'll hear is GR

When we pull up, all the hoes know who we are

They do weird shit for fun

Don't go talk behind my back and ask if you can borrow guns

Or act like I don't say, "Yes", when you ask to borrow funds

'Cause next time you ask, I'ma tell you you can't borrow none

Got a Rammy through his lung

And since then, all she done

In the hood, I'm the one to open doors, Mum's proud, she was tired of the fuckeries

The coupe's all black, but the inside's custard cream

Let Kirky open up my show, but after my show, there's a ho that opens up for me

Got a crib in the sticks that I don't live in

If you see me in the hood gettin' my hair done, I'm grippin'

Even though it don't cost, I can't afford to be slippin'

**** said there's a Makarov for sale, now I'm grinnin'