Tell him, keep on dissin like I don't know what he stay
When I pull up, let it shake
Diamonds bustin' on the AP, nigga, this shit frosted flakes
He was talkin' out his top, but he's partner in that grave
And I'm smokin' on that nigga, and I'm smokin on your bro
Pull on side the ride with Glocks and Chops
I'm posted in the Grove, yeah
Bitch, I'm lookin' for Keno, fat bitch
Keep on comin' to my page, boy, you a hoe, huh
B.A.five, boy, shut your pussy-ass up Drum roll on the A.R.P, a lift yo' ass up
Yeah, I'm in Lovejoy with a .40 and a .nine, tryna take shit
Nigga never stepped on none, nigga, never baked shit
Yeah, hop on feet, go get him, yeah, kick her out the spot
Bitch, be f*ckin' up my rhythm, huh? She know I'm rich as f*ck
She see all my tears, they denim, yeah I got bowls for the low, goin' for 11, yeah
Send him to the lobby, I'm on Gangtsa time, yeah
Heard that nigga died from makin' post, and droppin' rhymes
Pull up, Rucci on the whip, f*ck' Forgie tires, Only time that nigga shot his gun the day his partner died
Only time that nigga shot his blick, he's partner left the earth
Pass to Micro Drake, bet I put that bitch to work
I just put a booty on the chopper, let his f*cker twerk
Yeah She throwin' ass up on the phone, I'm tryna see it squirt
Sippin' wockianna, bitch, you know I'm still alert
I be smokin' on Plane Crash, mix it with the terps
Heard your homie died, is that your partner on your shirt?
Niggas never stood on business, never put in work