I can know I'm runnin' late, I still won't check the time
Trenches days, my stomach used to ache just so my neck could shine
Hit her DM, she say, "Fly me out," I told her, "Never mind"
Reason I can f*ck his bitch, I told her better lies
We was really servin' fentanyl, Kevin Federline
Swear to God I miss my dogs, if I could press rewind
I'm like LeBron, when I ball, I'm in a better prime
I'm out here in the field, standin' tall, shots from his weapons flyin' (808 Mafia, bitch)
What's your gang? Throw up your flag, 40 bang, we on your ass
Shoppin' spree all through Rodeo, spent 10K just on one tag
Foe'nem steppin' in designer, 'Miri jeans, Chrome Heart mask
Hot shit crease his top like liners, play with me, it's gon' go bad
Just a rich gangster, technically ain't make it out the streets
Went through phases in this passion, think I finally reached my peak
Stool-pigeon-ass nigga, red beam tear off his beak
We'll put this shit right in your face, backdoors for when you sneak
Take vacations with my bae, why I love her? She a freak
I'm a stand-up-ass nigga, stick my chest out when I speak
Off them Perkies, he keep tryna tweak, he gon' slide for weeks
F*ck a mop, we bring them thirties out and, bitch, we tryna sweep
Painkillers like Excedrin, I'm high off medicine
If it's war, then, bitch, you better spin, we Chiraq veterans
Catch him with this bitch, this Nina hit his ho like lesbians
Like don't do that again, if 12 knockin', we won't let 'em in, huh
