[Intro]

(I ain't gon' lie, you tripped on this bitch, Jay)

Uh, bitch, yeah

(Know I'm off that drank again, I'm off that drank again)

M Block, all that shit, Striker Boys, nigga, huh

[Verse]

Independent, don't need your help, bro, I'm good

Rap wasn't recommended, I just did it 'cause I could, okay

Beatin' her walls like I'm tryna find a stud

She just want me to give her time, I'm like, "Bae, I wish I could," alright

Back in the booth sayin' the shit that I should've said

Up the stick, then rob him and still think 'bout shit I should've did, huh

One up top, look in the barrel, gon' see a bullet head

Trappin' in my same Nike Tech, put me on Coulda Been

Aww, she think I care about the shit we could've been

Bro ridin' strike in the same 'fit he took it in, huh (What the fuck?)

She comin' home with me if she look again (Come on)

They hear Jay on the beat, they like, "Who let them niggas cook again?" (Yeah, Jay)

Six racks on my back, bro, that's a Go Yeezy

I can make it back like that, bro, that's a sold feature (Like that)

I thought the 'Cat was fast until I drove Demon

Just bust it open for me, I ain't gon' be thinkin' that you— (Bitch)

Bae, just bust it open for me, I ain't gon' be thinkin' that you easy

Findin' any excuse to sip the drank, bro, I'm a lil' sneezy (Man)

I'm OT in the Lam' truck, I wish the hood could see me

Need my heart checked, around the boys the only time it's beatin'

This her third baby daddy, she need some better defense

If I dropped chain in the summer, I would've changed the season (Blizzard)

You can shoot a blick, but can you get a hundred cash?

You can drive the 'Cat, just fill it up before you bring it back, huh

Had to extort a nigga, he was stealin' packs (Fuck that nigga)

Dog said, "I ain't never snitchin'," until you give him max, huh (Haha)

She made me bust quick, but I'ma get her back

The second round, I gave this bitch some shit that she ain't never had

The past is some shit that you can't tell her 'bout

Anything that got my name on it, bro, I can sell it now (Goin' crazy)

Just had 5K in ones, it's in the ceiling now

She so crazy with the head, I think she got a mental problem, huh (This bitch stupid)

Send her ass a thousand 'cause I miss my mama, huh (Love you, ma)

Told her that I got you, ain't no trippin' 'bout it

She bad with no ass, but it's cool, 'cause she can get somebody

All-black pants, they kinda baggy, then it's Ricky probably (Ricky)

Bitch, yeah, huh

Was finna end the song, but I knew that y'all'd be mad at me

Told bro to punch me somethin' and he threw a jab at me

If you saw my biggest gun, it'd probably have you back backin'

Don't try to leave 'em in my crib, bitch, I be lash trackin'

G-Flex trigger got the Glockie fast actin'

You don't really want this shit, bro, you be half-assin'

Givin' signs that I wanna fuck, bro, I be half askin' (Aw, shit)

[Outro]

Naw, for real, like

Everybody done had that one time where they just didn't even wanna ask for real

But whole time, you know what you on, but you really just tryna be a cool nigga, you ain't tryna fuck the mood up, you ain't tryna fuck the vibe up

Whole time, you in your head, you be tryna crunch somethin', for real, for real

Yeah, said fuck all that shit, put that shit on the floor

All she can do is say no

When you make up an excuse, tell her you gotta go

Tell one of my mans to call, you know they good at playin' roles

Yeah, I'm done playin' roles, fuck that shit

Striker Boys, M Block

Striker Boys, M Block gang, Striker

Striker Boys, M Block gang, all that shit on the— yeah

Striker Boys, M Block, all that shit on the floor