[Intro]

Ha, yeah

Fell in love with money

Fell in love with drugs

Fell in love with guns

R.I.P. Fredo, R.I.P Deathwish, for real

Yeah

[Chorus]

Back up on my bullshit

Your clique they be on that hoe shit

Leave an opp body up in the ocean

Saw the cops coming I was like "oh shit"

Yeah, yeah, countin' up all this big bank

Run up on me and you get hit with that thing

Kickin' shit call me Tyler Sensei, yeah

Y'all smoking on mid, y'all smoking on headache

I make a band up on a a bad day

They wanna know how much I make on a good day

[Verse]

Yeah they pocket watching on me

Got that pocket rocket on me

I ain't scared to kill you

I ain't scared to kill your homie

Oh you think I won't shoot?

Well you must not know me

Ballin' R.I.P. to Kobe

Perc killin' me slowly

Off five drugs I'm a O.D

Xan, perc, oxy, lean and that codeine

He got money but he ain't gonna show me

He got them Glocks but he ain't gonna show me

Got everything from A-Z

Bad hoe on the magazine

Glock 19 magazine

I know you hear it when it sing

I heard that y'all been witnessing

Bout to make things interesting

Gun him down then say I'm innocent

[Chorus]

Back up on my bullshit

Your clique they be on that hoe shit

Leave an opp body up in the ocean

Saw the cops coming I was like "oh shit"

Yeah, yeah, countin' up all this big bank

Run up on me and you get hit with that thing

Kickin' shit call me Tyler Sensei, yeah

Y'all smoking on mid, y'all smoking on headache

I make a band up on a a bad day

They wanna know how much I make on a good day