Wait a sec, wait a minuteDon't compare me to them other niggasNever fear, Smith & WessonI'm about to go to war, gon' pleasure bitchesWhere the real friends at when you really need 'em?When I was locked up in the county, I ain't even see 'emI got my own lane, lonelyWhat happen to the bitches in the party?A 100 bottles that was every weekendBitches bodied in my crib like the ColosseumAfter 3 AM, you know we getting freakyHella one night stands, we just catching feelingsTired of the fake lovingFake Hollywood, fake passionFake gang banging and they claiming on pop shitFake titties and cocaine in they nostrils, I be cryin'
Too with it, nigga, bring a bottleAnd if it's my time to go, I'm taking everybodyDon't care, my nigga, we shootin' anybodyAnd if it ain't your girl, then nigga, don't worry about itI hear 'em talking down on me, down on meBut where they at when I ain't got a 100 rounds on me?I think I had it up to here, my niggasYou know your killers, they fear my niggasSo what you tryna tryna do, tryna tryna do?Dancing round the issue, bitch you know you're running out of movesI keep it real my niggaThis Richard Mille hella clear, cost a mil my niggaYeah, give a fuck about how you feel, my niggaGot the mic at the horror room and we feel like thrillerPassive aggressive bitches always acting all timidBut hope you make no money, but I rather help you spend itHad a meeting with the devil last weekCouldn't believe what he said to meTo take this contract, signature pleaseYou can have it all, but you know your soul, I'ma keep thatBad luck, bad luck, yeah you know it come in threesBet I never did this, I'm the only one who seesI've got the fire blazing, burning all the weedI think this hell ain't hotter than this fucking Hennessy, yeah
Two feet off the ground, oh oh, likeWhy am I living here?Up and down, up and downI think I might drown from my tearsI cryJust might being soldToo many tears, I'm thinking 'bout ending hereWanna prepare brought your roulette with the pistol
Bang, bang, bang, hear the sirens sayWahyo, wahyo, wahyo, get behind the yellow tapeBang, bang, bang, hear the sirens sayWahyo, wahyo, wahyo, get behind the yellow tapeBang, bang, bang, hear the sirens sayDon't shoot, don't shoot, get behind the yellow tapeDon't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot, get behind the yellow tape
Wonder if God got a sense of humorI hope you know that he can see all the shit you doingMy mama said no matter how that he still listen to meTaking temptation and fornication, you know I love the pussyMister assume there no connection, it was all assumptionsShe just wanna fuckWhatever happened to us love making?You don't wanna be in the club