[Intro: Lil Shine & Al Pacino]

Yeah, ha

You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers

And say, "That's the bad guy"

(Bitch)

[Chorus: Lil Shine]

And I don't wanna fuck this up

I spent too much getting fucked up but I know this sucks

Know that shit get rough

Know our love still tough

If we break up, then we make up 'cause you know what's up

Huh, three-five of Runtz, I got fucked up lungs

If we fucked 'til sun, will you keep in touch? (Bitch)

He don't got no funds, he don't got no guns

Gotta keep shit real, can't play me like I'm dumb

[Verse: lebxanon & Al Pacino]

Uh, I keep that chopper on me

The Glock came in with a beam

Glock make that pussy scream

You said you done, what you mean?

Said I was your favorite

Coppin' this Plane Jane, hop in the Range

I threw all the racks up in your face

I got a XD for your gang

Pop it, don't care about no tag

They got my jeans, they copy the swag

Really missin' you bad

I've been off, reelin' up a pack

Said that you need me? That's cap

I think I might blow, but I'm busy, my God

Talk shit on me, get it back

Totin' a MAC, please stay back

I know times gettin' tough

But you gotta pull through

Drinking too much, gotta go through

Holdin' in, I'll see you, or leave you (Fuck you)

You know when you do that, I'm brazy (Who put this thing together?)

I told that boy he should see you (Me)

Fuck is you mean you gon' leave me?

[Chorus: Lil Shine]

And I don't wanna fuck this up

I spent too much getting fucked up but I know this sucks

Know that shit get rough

Know our love still tough

If we break up, then we make up 'cause you know what's up

Huh, three-five of Runtz, I got fucked up lungs

If we fucked 'til sun, will you keep in touch? (Bitch)

He don't got no funds, he don't got no guns

Gotta keep shit real, can't play me like I'm dumb