[Intro]

Ah, damn, mmm, fuck

Fuck this phone keep ringin' for?

[Verse 1]

Five o'clock in the mornin' while I'm stretchin' and yawnin'

Check my phone, a missed call, a blocked number, why is they callin'?

I'm up holdin' my piss, too lazy to hit the toilet up

I'm waitin' 'til it's just the last second, they can't avoid it much

Jumped up, the phone start ringin', must be my dumb luck

Blocked again, I'll take my chances, "Yo, what the fuck's up?"

Hmm, bad man, this for someone in your position

You'd sing a different tune if your woadie knew what you missin'

Now I'm thinkin' suspicious like, who the fuck's on my shit list?

And all I'm hearin' is whispers, they tryna ruin my Christmas

I'm pissed like, who the fuck is this?

Huh, it's your worst nightmare, nigga

So suck a dick (Yeah, aight), I got your fuckin' bitch (What?)

Thinkin' of rapin' her, maskin' and duck tapin' hеr

When I'm done, they'll bе no way you recognizin' the face of her

Why would they think of takin' her?

Must be dealin' with murderous niggas who bloody basement stuff

No time to waste for her

How much you want? Fifty grand a limb

If you plan to win, two hundred grand to get your fam' again

Hammer spin, turn her to a mannequin if you thinkin' of panickin'

I'll finally be the man again, never go hand-to-hand again

Tired of them quarters, drug dealin', and panhandling

My plan's vanishin' in thin air and I can't stand it, man

I ain't got time to waste, fam

Aight, fuck it, just let me know that she safe, man

[Interlude]

Aight, aight, aight, hold on

Here, bitch

Bae, bae, bae

You good?

Yeah, I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm alright

You sure?

This shit is just crazy like—

Hold on, hold on, did that motherfucker put his hands on you?

I don't know what you're gonna do, but I'm scared like—

He got me tied up, I just need you to just

Don't, don't, don't

Bae, don't worry about it

Give whatever he want you and give to him now

I got you, I'm gonna get you home, I'm on my way

I'll be right there

[Verse 2]

You think you know that we bluffin', her buddy find out we fuckin'

I been to prison twice, I ain't goin' back in for nothin'

Don't tell me you scared, nigga, nah, bitch, I ain't scared of nothin'

I love money, I'll kill that stupid nigga you cuffin'

Yeah, yeah, whatever, you makin' it sound good

Okay, okay, just pass me the other clip to the AK

Rubber grips on the trey-eights, let off a whole clip though

Don't flip though, stay on your toes like you 'bout to tiptoe

Who you callin' a bitch though? With your broke and worthless ass

I'ma boss, I ain't these bitches fuckin' for Birkin bags

Yeah, okay, first of all (What?)

How you even got the nerve to call me a bitch? You must've not heard before

I got niggas murked before, furthermore

Best believe this bitch'll let the burner off

[Interlude]

Baby, you in here?

Fuck you at? Where that nigga at?

Oh, fuck? Damn

[Verse 3]

Why the fuck is she not tied up?

Why the fuck is he sittin' there sunny side up?

Why the fuck is that gun layin' beside her?

This bitch is tryna back me down, gat me down

Leavin' me layin' there like Pacquiao

But, I ain't buyin' in, I'm the handle of fire fin

I fire then and leave this bitch layin', bring in the violins

[Outro]

That'll be the day I take a fuckin' loss

Even your fuckin' wife will get you double-crossed

Kidnaps and extortions for portions

And no love is lost, five ounce Cuban, diamond encrusted cross

That'll be the day I take a fuckin' loss

Even your fuckin' wife will get you double-crossed

Kidnaps and extortions for portions

And no love is lost, five ounce Cuban, diamond encrusted cross