[ Featuring Jace! ]
My niggas keeping that stick if
That boy wanted warfare
Can't even walk in a show
Because these bitches all stare
My niggas scoring so much
You would think that they ball players
These niggas mad 'cause my foot
On they neck like oh, yeah
Nigga got racks and it go to the sky
She don't know me, she like, "Who am I?"
You getting bread, boy, we know that's a lie
I break her heart, now I'm making her cry
I got so high that I thought I'd die
You dumb as a bitch if you think I try
I know it's wrong, but I think I might
Put him on the screen like it's Nick at Nite
We run around with them sticks, lil' boy
It's a warfare
We done went shot that boy down
And they saying it's not fair
Run around with a hunnid, hunnid
Not a opp near
Running around with that hunnid
We getting an opp career
F*ck 'round, taking his life
Boy, I ain't slime
But you know I'm a thief in the night
Run with a 9, when I'm shooting
It's keeping them tight
Know it ain't no lil' nigga I fear
I'm on the aux, yeah
I got that bitch up in my ear
Don't make me shoot up the party
You know I f*ck around and clear
New Saint Laurent jacket
Choppers are automatic
Bands, nigga, I been had it
I want your mans if he want some static
I finally made it, I ain't talking tragic
She tryna be lovey dovey, all that sad shit
I hate that you always bringing
Up the past shit
I hop in that SRT on that fast shit
Nigga got racks and it go to the sky
She don't know me, she like, "Who am I?"
You getting bread, boy, we know that's a lie
I break her heart, now I'm making her cry
I got so high that I thought I'd die
You dumb as a bitch if you think I try
I know it's wrong, but I think I might
Put him on the screen like it's Nick at Nite
