[Intro]

(Come a little bit closer and look into my eyes)

(Dale pro asian matrix)

(We don't need no lovin', boy don't be surprised) (Haha)

Aye

(Come a little bit closer and look into my eyes)

(We don't need no lovin', boy don't be surprised)

Aye

Aye

Aye

[ Verse 1]

Remember them nights at the trap? We was gettin' it in we ain't even have straps

You know me, I was fresh off that (?), but they had left me out paper so it was a rap

Out that cell, I went straight to the streets

I wasn't lookin' for love, I was lookin' for dap

Found a room nd' I madе it a trap

We was sellin' three ones to flip in thе house

Aye

See these niggas they know what i'm bout, so they speak on the social and not when im round

There some niggas I got to put down, im not talkin' to [?] bitch im talkin' to gram

Can't remember the last time I smiled, man this shit is wicked; they tryina get me

They prey that I fall so they can come get me, put this on the block; if I go they go with me

I remember I had that little 30., but then I said "Fuck it" nd' got me a 50

Man Rosama? He gave me a ticket, he said "Go on nd' take it; get out of here with me"

Tryina tell him this street shit addictin', my poppa always hoppin' nd' nigga play fifty

Plus imma crip, screamin' RIP Nipsy, he play then he lay; he gon' get hit with sixty

Use to fuck on this bitch, her name Tiffany

Bitch she got cut cause my new bitch hit differently

Racks in my mouth, don't need ice when im sippin'

My partner on powder I told him he trippin'

He uh hustler, I told him "I get it" but then he got cut; caught him tellin' my business

Imma street nigga straight out them trenches, put locks on the trap just to chase up these millions

[Verse 2]

I step by myself because I never been friendly, I never like talkin' to niggas

If he run up on me, then he gon' see the light; im gon' have to white chalk me a nigga

Thirdy shots in this mag while im fuckin' her face, I be cautious while we sit on red lights

Tryina fudge numbers, I fucked her; but summer we still hittin' lics till the bread right

If he switch, he a bitch; im like fuck him

Tell my bro do the hit, he gon' bust him

I was thuggin' so hard, if the ops see a nigga with me; then they know not to touch him

Broad day spark it out, its whatever

Cheat on me, she ain't stupid; she know better

I'll tell her all that shit before I ball up my fist, Ill never hit a bitch cause I know better

You be ready to off you a nigga

If a nigga touch you then he dead right

I come from the jungle, just speak up don't mumble

This smoke ill come free its a head price

We gon' pop up in that bitch if that bread right

Duckin' nd' swervin when we see the fed lights

Nd' I hope he come strap if he tryina come snatch, imma up from that bitch; let my leg strike

He get caught up I know he gon' rat

Nd' those niggas see what? They some fed mice

Ain't fightin' no cases, im blessed to be free; I was riskin' my freedom like every night

Who these niggas be thinkin' they foolin'?

Bitch I grew up with you, I ain't like that

We was fightin' in alleys, just bangin' with niggas, when yall see the [?] yellin' "Fight back"

We took his chain because we know that you fraud

Pussy you can't get your ice back

They post on the block, with they heat in the draws

The op run down, better strike that

He feel like he gangster, we pullin' his card

Cause pussy he know he ain't like that

Don't come round here cappin' nd' thinkin' you hard cause pussy you can't get your life back