Everybody gotta face that

I could never rock a fucking face tat

You was never ever like me

We was rocking Filas with the white tees

Had to tell your girl get off me

Why you tryna message? Are you salty?

You all used to rocking all your tall tees

Airline and Decatur were my cross streets

And your car is looking off beat

On the window, all that shit says “Wash me”

I’ma have to fade ‘em ‘till he face down

Had the nerve to turn my fucking bass down

Tone, he got the 808s and that’s nice

Join ‘em with the rhymеs and that’s a rap life

Fresco, Tre and Rhodеsy, those are my guys

Talking down and Shaun’ll knock your night lights

Niggas coming out to see the District

Sold every ticket up in this bitch

Turn down every business deal that’s not right

You don’t want the green up on my stoplight

Niggas sending shots and I’ma send it back

Send it back, send it back

Niggas sending shots and I’ma send it back

Send it back, send it back

Niggas sending shots and I’ma send it back

Send it back, send it back

Niggas sending shots and I’ma send it back

Send it back, send it back