[Intro]

You’re all I had (I miss you, Rose), you're all I had

At night when the stars light up my room

I sit by myself, talking to the moon

[Verse]

Fuck on a bitch, and I'm brushing that ho off

Now watch how we show off

He catching these bullets, bitch, go long (Pa, pa)

Watch how they kneel, I'm like Armstrong

Stay with a bitch in the back

He wanted smoke, so we grip on the MAC

Say, "We not making no money," that's cap

Stay with them Ks and the killers gon' be on yo' ass

Stuffing these racks in my blue jeans (Dior, dior)

Right on his back, that's a blue beam (Huh), spooky

Not known, lil' boy, you a goofy, like whoopty

She swallow my kids in a two seat

Busting a forty, feeling like 2gz

We too G, bad bitch, she a groupie

End with an ah, she a thotty

Way I be pimping, no Scottie

Givе me some time, going homе in a 'Rari

Tired of fake friends saying they sorry

I was down bad and they don't even help

Making me question myself

Can't even say how I felt

Maybe I shouldn't be saying it for my lil' bro and my family

I swear I'ma make it

Got me some new friends, M.A.D

Finna' be notorious, B.I.G

Tryna kill me, know where I be

Bad bitch, yeah, she on me

Where I’m going, I can not be beat

Pussy want smoke, get popped

Say you gon drill me boy, stop

Come through block, and we hitting them up like we 'pac

Stay with a K in my pocket, a Glock

Smoking a loud pack, get back, back

Bitch smack a pussy, we snap that

Can’t trust a bitch who use Snapchat (Yeah)

And that be a damn fact

Saying she love you, got other guys behind your back

And hollow points when we attack

You a little bitch, get smacked

Had me feeling special, came and she left like a rental

Beam on his cheek like a dimple, what

And shout out KidXO, fuck on a bitch and I move to the next ho

No face, no case, run at your place with a K and I spray

Self healing, we leaving no trace

Saying they love you, the same ones who leave you

And shout-out my day ones, I need you

Fucking bitch I've done seen you, that bitch was see through

Fake love, I've done got use to, not even over a bitch

Fake friends that I knew since a kid

Saying they we're there, when they don't even care

How you my bro, but you asking my ex to go send you some shit?

When I was still with the bitch

It's crazy how they always switch

Fuck that ho and she a eater

Drive around the "A" with a beamer

Yeah, beam on, get the money, put my team on

M.A.D letters, I bleed on

Pussy leaving as a memory

Disappearance, he a mystery, yeah

Been feeling alone, hours on hours, no text on my phone

And that’s how I knew I was all on my own

I still grip on that toolie, shooting shit like it’s a movie (Movie)

Big guns, Call of Duty (What)

Look at the MAC in the back of a Cadillac

Where is my static at?

Talking tough, he gone to soon

Send him up high, he touching the moon

Go out, he tryna—

Fuck on a bitch, and I'm brushing that ho off

Now watch how we show off

He catching these bullets, bitch, go long (Pa, pa)

Watch how they kneel, I'm like Armstrong

Stay with a bitch in the back

He wanted smoke, so we grip on the MAC

Say, "We not making no money," that's cap

Stay with them Ks and the killers gon' be on yo' ass

Stuffing these racks in my blue jeans (Dior, dior)

Right on his back, that's a blue beam (Huh), spooky

Not known, lil' boy, you a goofy, like whoopty

She swallow my kids in a two seat

Busting a forty, feeling like 2gz

We too G, bad bitch, she a groupie

End with an ah, she a thotty

Way I be pimping, no Scottie

Give me some time, going home in a 'Rari

Tired of fake friends saying they sorry

I was down bad and they don't even help

Making me question myself

Can't even say how I felt

Maybe I shouldn't be saying it for my lil' bro and my family

I swear I'ma make it

Got me some new friends, M.A.D

Finna' be notorious, B.I.G

Tryna kill me, know where I be

Bad bitch, yeah, she on me

Where I’m going, I can not be beat

Pussy want smoke, get popped

Say you gon drill me boy, stop

Come through block, and we hitting them up like we 'pac

Stay with a K in my pocket, a Glock

Smoking a loud pack, get back, back

Bitch smack a pussy, we snap that

Can’t trust a bitch who use Snapchat (Yeah)

And that be a damn fact

Saying she love you, got other guys behind your back

And hollow points when we attack

You a little bitch, get smacked

Had me feeling special, came and she left like a rental

Beam on his cheek like a dimple, what

And shout out KidXO, fuck on a bitch and I move to the next ho

No face, no case, run at your place with a K and I spray

Self healing, we leaving no trace

Saying they love you, the same ones who leave you

And shout-out my day ones, I need you

Fucking bitch I've done seen you, that bitch was see through

Fake love, I've done got use to, not even over a bitch

Fake friends that I knew since a kid

Saying they we're there, when they don't even care

How you my bro, but you asking my ex to go send you some shit?

When I was still with the bitch

It's crazy how they always switch

Fuck that ho and she a eater

Drive around the "A" with a beamer

Yeah, beam on, get the money, put my team on

M.A.D letters, I bleed on

Pussy leaving as a memory

Disappearance, he a mystery, yeah

Been feeling alone, hours on hours, no text on my phone

And that’s how I knew I was all on my own

I still grip on that toolie, shooting shit like it’s a movie (Movie)

Big guns, Call of Duty (What)

Look at the MAC in the back of a Cadillac

Where is my static at?

Talking tough, he gone to soon

Send him up high, he touching the moon

Go out, he tryna—