[Chorus]
We'll turn his wife to a widow
Them Glizzies in, we got more pumps than Citgo
Angels talking to me, trying to catch every signal
Rain pouring hard, in this life it never drizzle
Lot of nigga's bitches, that ain't something that I didn't know
VVS's in the Patek make my wrist glow
Stretch him, if it's static, bet I'll clap him with this pistol
Pull up, windows tinted, never ridin' in no fish bowl
[Verse 1]
Went from ounces to selling bowls
Backends, just left the road
I'm the one they counted out but ain't never fold
Dollar signs on my schedule
Got secrets I nеver told
Dealing with thе rеaper, like who next? You'll nеver know
Don't practice what he preach, lost my respect, had to let him go
I got it out the mud, that nigga probably sell his soul
Plenty times it was time to ride and you never rode
If we don't escape from this environment we'll never grow
Time and time again, lot of sins, thuggin' with my friends
Now I ride a Benz, hoppin' in, shoes cost your rent
Money talk, we got a lot to spend, opps can't comprehend
Mappin' heads, we pick a block to bend
Face shot rock his chin off
[Chorus]
We'll turn his wife to a widow
Them Glizzies in, we got more pumps than Citgo
Angels talking to me, trying to catch every signal
Rain pouring hard, in this life it never drizzle
Lot of nigga's bitches, that ain't something that I didn't know
VVS's in the Patek make my wrist glow
Stretch him, if it's static, bet I'll clap him with this pistol
Pull up, windows tinted, never ridin' in no fish bowl
[Verse 2]
They be trolling on the internet, i'm living real life
It's the gram gangsters full of cap, but we got real stripes
We expose him, then he getting wacked, now he got killed twice
For them soldiers, bitch we getting back, been banging steel pipes
I be with them shooters, thats gon suit up, like it's draft night
Hellcat, durango, tryna see what that bitch drive like
Realine my focus, had to plot, and get my cash right
The way i ball so hard, so im the greatest, you can ask Mike
Say he on my ass to get my spot, then that's gon' take a minute
Like fuck all my opps, they know im hot, but they just can't admit it
We dont do facades, in foreign cars, this just my way of living
Bitch ain't got no job, just sucking cock, but claim she independent
[Chorus]
We'll turn his wife to a widow
Them Glizzies in, we got more pumps than Citgo
Angels talking to me, trying to catch every signal
Rain pouring hard, in this life it never drizzle
Lot of nigga's bitches, that ain't something that I didn't know
VVS's in the Patek make my wrist glow
Stretch him, if it's static, bet I'll clap him with this pistol
Pull up, windows tinted, never ridin' in no fish bowl
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