(Here you go fuckin' ignorin' me and shit, lookin' through my story) ([?] you got stop doing that) (You want to fucking fight like, I'm not even motherfuckin' playin' with you, Benzo) Hm, I been on percs' and dranks, sometimes I feel like I'm trippin' If opp try and take me to the paint, but you'll never catch me slippin' Ain't tweakin' these personal pranks, I'm quick to give opp a whippin' Do you feel me? Not for money, these personal killings Big bad wolf, I'll blow down the kitchen, please just stay out my business (huh) Opp think he safe? Baby on the way, he ain't raising them children Sling the belt, I bet we get 'em gone Watch what you say up in them songs Crying over that dick, it ain't that serious, baby just leave me alone I'm in the back feeling good, smokin' a Backwood, in the bang of the back of the woods Now you missin' your bro on somebody door, you'll get some get-back if you could Yeah, if opp get to close on me, he wouldn't get back if he could Crying on my phone 'bout a bitch on me, you want a bitch back is you good? Sometimes I really be asking myself, do they really love me? Ten times I thought about blasting myself, man this shit get ugly Nowadays they wanna fuck me, back then they wouldn't hug me How many K's? I need forty When we spin, we won't need more (for that more piece) More past nigga, better get on P, they gotta know we score fast Bitches sent your lo', it's time to eat, drop shot, and DoorDash Can't make diss songs, ain't got a pot to pee, these niggas poor sent It's been ten times, fuck your spot on P, my niggas torn it Fuck the airport, I'll go on the jet Know I'll be rich, I was born to flex You wanna fuck? I was born to have sex Just met the bitch, I don't even know her like that You don't know me, I'ma fold that Tec Feel like I can kill all the force with this (huh) I ain't even rapping, just pourin' on this It really be just on some porch shit Yeah, ain't good at embracing how I feel But go crazy 'bout my pill Skipped multiple ways, to sign my deal Can't hang with that nigga, he fake Up Gen, if he raise my chills You can hang, but not my crib You can stay, but not right here You can stay, but not right here Go crazy 'bout my pill (hm, hm) You could babe, but not my chest You can stay, but not my crib I can't lie, I been goin' crazy We can do business, but you gon' pay me After this, I'm leavin' with your lady Wan' introduce your son, be dissing, better tell them chill After this, it's no baby Blowing up blick in a situation, I don't be full baby (Huh, hm) I'm gonna fold baby, get pussy and go crazy (Hm, huh) Get in that pussy, and go crazy (huh) Ain't no more past nigga, better get on P, cause they don't know we score fast But we got another lo' on them, drop shot, and DoorDash He standing with that glizzy, you tote Like dissin' and you never spinned before Yeah, yeah, yeah Bro said that he see my opp, squeeze and let the bit' go Hold on, she want more (huh) Oh, I ain't know it was another one (huh) She want more (huh) Went on a drill, there was four of 'em Bro squeeze two more (huh) Damn, I ran out of shots (huh) They gon' go back to the block (huh) They ain't caught onto the plot (huh) We finna bone on they spot Got a bad bitch at home Fan bitch, I dodged they twat' Bad bitch, wan' hop on the bone She got to sit down and squat (Every day feels the same) (And when I die, what will they say?) (Will they remember my name?) (Here you go fuckin' ignorin' me and shit, lookin' through my story) ([?] you got to stop doing that) I been on percs' and dranks, sometimes I feel like I'm trippin' If opp try and take me to the paint, but you'll never catch me slippin' Ain't tweakin' these personal pranks, I'm quick to give opp a whippin' Do you feel me? Not for money, these personal killings Big bad wolf, I'll blow down the kitchen, please just stay out my business (huh) Opp think he safe? Baby on the way, he ain't raising them children Sling the belt, I bet we get 'em gone Watch what you say up in them songs Crying over that dick, it ain't that serious, baby just leave me alone