Released on April 10, 2024

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[Intro]

Yeah, Yeah

Yeah, Yeah

Yeah, Yeah


[Chorus]

I don’t miss you no more

You go fuck that nigga, you put me down, I double back with four hoes

Shit, I remember back when I was a clown, ain't no one laughin' no more

'Fore they take me out, I'm blastin'

I got way more paper than last year

Spent twenty-something thousand, on fashion

Them niggas was hatin' then, now they mad still

I'm countin' rackets, on rackets, on rackets

And all these bitches already had them

They gon' fuck anybody who have it

It’s seemin' like all these bitches is the same

I'ma just sell you the pill for my pain

You know, I really stood up in the rain

She gon' fuck any nigga with a chain

I guess we goin' back to being strangers


[Verse]

I'm stayin' high, and armed & dangerous

Do you love me, or you love that I’m famous?

Yeah, I buy you iced out bracelets

Get lil' bro, pop out on gang shit

Grab a brand new whip, and I lane switch

I remember back when you couldn't take it

That’s back when you thought I was basic

Nigga stay out my ear, with that hatin' shit

If you got what I want, I'ma take it

If they ever lock me in a jail, see a opp I'ma turn into Jason

Yeah, I done run up my money for real

I'm still goin' In and, that's why they hate me

Yeah, if I love you, you know I can't fake it

When we spin, work the Glock like a day-shift

Yeah, I was tryna bring za on vacation

I forgot you was still fightin' cases

Yeah, popped a perky, it’s workin' I'm pastin'

And this Rollie presidential like Reagan

Yeah, I never said life was perfect

I roll up purple, it look like the Ravens

You keep tellin' me, that I'm worthless

You cut me deep, now I need surgery

I did miss you, but now


[Chorus]

I don’t miss you no more

You go fuck that nigga, you put me down, I double back with four hoes

Shit, I remember back when I was a clown, ain't no one laughin' no more

'Fore they take me out, I'm blastin'

I got way more paper than last year

Spent twenty-something thousand, on fashion

Them niggas was hatin' then, now they mad still

I'm countin' rackets, on rackets, on rackets

And all these bitches already had them

They gon' fuck anybody who have it

It’s seemin' like all these bitches is the same

I'ma just sell you the pill for my pain

You know, I really stood up in the rain

She gon' fuck any nigga with a chain

I guess we goin' back to being strangers