Yeah

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah

Woah, woah

Woah, woah

Woah, woah

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Make her bed rock

Uh

Put her in a head lock

Yeah

Motherfuck wed lock

I can’t save you, I’m not red cross

Yeah

R.I.P my dead opps yeah

Huh

R.I.P my dead dogs yeah

Too many graveyards

Too many head shots

Too many teardrops

She looking at me, huh

I’m looking at you

It’s nothing new

I been on the top

I been on the roof (roof)

I’m sipping the juice

I’m making her loose

I’m letting her choose

Can’t walk my shoes

It’s nothing to you

I’m not gonna sue

She thinking ‘bout me

You thinking ‘bout her

I’m thinking ‘bout you

Been thinking ‘bout fucking your bitch

Been thinking ‘bout killing a trick

Like poker bitch gimme me my chips

Through the night I reminisce

Been a while since you called me on the iPhone

New bitch, we’ve been fucking all night long

But fuck a fake bitch, niggas rather die alone

I set the pace, set the mood and the set the tone

How much time I got?

Huh

Time I got?

Yeah

Too many I fought

Too many I fought

Yeah

I’m looking back at the past, I’m connecting the dots

Connecting the dots

Yeah

Jumping these niggas like hopscotch

All of my bitches they top notch

All of my bitches they top notch

All of my bitches they top

Uh

I’m headed straight to the top spot

I’m headed straight to the top

Uh

Yeah

Make her bed rock

Uh

Put her in a head lock

Yeah

Motherfuck wed lock

I can’t save you, I’m not red cross

Yeah

R.I.P my dead opps yeah

Huh

R.I.P my dead dogs yeah

Too many graveyards

Too many head shots

Too many teardrops

She looking at me, huh

I’m looking at you

It’s nothing new

I been on the top

I been on the roof (roof)

I’m sipping the juice

I’m making her loose

I’m letting her choose

Can’t walk my shoes