[Verse]

Come over, ya' girl got me on her poster

Keepin that Glock in my pants, I don’t need no holster

Lil bitch

What these niggas saying, they don't know shit

They really don't think you not the same ’cause switched

Tryna say a lot but I guess I stuttered

Outside but these niggas thinkin' i'm a shutin

Imma show em what it really is, save ya' tears

Ya' boy just came back home with the sickest shit

Fine girl, she be kissing on my neck

Pussy nigga, lick the tip

You fumblin' bags, gotta get that bitch

You ain't ready to scrap, you just full of it

I'm really that sick, got a runny nose

Yea, i’m really that kid, split ya’ wrist

Fights going down in the kitchen еvery night

Rough sex on the countеrs

I'm twistin’ up her like it's sour, I'm in the patch with the kids

All I'm seein is rotted flowers, so, nigga, you goin’ ride?

Pull up, they tryna profit off me 'fore I die

Stay alive, 'cause they tellin' lies

It's really genocide for these rap niggas, like how I got bout like 6 figures

Chill with us, nah, they can't sit with us, but they bitch with us

It ain't a gang without the Chinos & The Flies Down, pipe down

Nigga, we playin Connect 4, swear my life a chessboard

Checkmate, two piece for my pie

Oh, these motherfuckers is ready to die like Big

Fuckniggas tryna blow my high, Mac music

Spray it, let that shit fall back

If you really 'bout it, then you 'bout it

You don't gotta cover ya tracks

Wearin a mask, red flags all over the field

It's 10am and I still ain't ate a meal

When we was like 4, we was taught to argue and steal

10 years later, what's really the big deal

I can't feel what's around me, I'm numb

Posts be concerning on IG, why they thuggin' like Gibbs

Psychoanalyzing my texts, where the medics?

I ain't even finish my sentence, cope with pathetic niggas in that circle

You kept running back to niggas like me

So I guess my life a movie like Spike Lee directed it

Burn raw meat, put some relish but nah, we ain't relishin'

Just think we acceptin' it

If yo' shit ass then please don't mention us

[Verse 2]

This ain't a movie theater

You just can't project love, keep that shit private

We don't wanna see you makin out with no blinders

Closed lips don't get fed, bitch niggas never get wed

Till' i'm dead, I got love in my heart

Fuck the law, start a riot for the fuck of it

Man, I'm kinda soft

Imma crash out like I just saw ur mom in a car

You a rat like Penelope Scott, where the vibes

You obsessed with me like Knives Chau

Let my guard down, but bitch, I'm the ruff child

My pride increase, fuck you thinkin'?

Nah, i'm just cut out that stencil, fuck a pencil

I need pens, I fuck with you heavy, where ya' mans at?

Let's just get out this bitch, get his lens cracked

Lil pussy ass boy get his chain snatched

Raise the stakes on that, they goin' get mapped out of the plan

Shaky as a unrestless background, don't get smacked out

Out here tryna act wild, serious as black minstrels

Y'all niggas don't even got credentials in the game

Y'all missing every shot when y'all aim

Could've had a touchdown but y'all niggas ain guarding these men, mane

Practicing Wushu like Dong Wei

I love you like Shakespeare writing R&J