(I ain't gon' lie, you tripped on this bitch, Jay) Uhh, bitch Yeah (Know I'm off that drank again, I'm off the drank again) M Block, all that shit, Striker Boys, aye Huh Independent, don't need your help, bro, I'm good Rap wasn't recommended, I just did it cause I could, okay Beating her walls like I'm tryna find a stud She just want me to give her time, I'm like, "Bae, I wish I could", alright Back in the booth, sayin' the shit that I should've said Up the stick, then rob him, and still think 'bout shit I should've did Huh, went up top, look in the barrel, gon' see a bullet head Trappin' in my same Nike Tech, put me on Coulda Been Aww, she think I care about the shit we could've been Bro ridin' Strike in the same fit he took it in Huh, she comin' home with me if she look again Jay on the beat, they like, "Who let them niggas cook again?" Six racks on my back, bro, that's a Go Yeezy I can make it back like that, bro, that's a sold feature I thought the 'Cat was fast, until I drove Demon Just bust it open for me, I ain't gon' be thinkin' that you— Bae, just bust it open for me, I ain't gon' be thinkin' that you easy Find any excuse to sip the drank, bro, I'm a lil sneezy I'm OT in the Lamb' truck, I wish the hood can see me Need my heart checked around the boys, the only time it's beatin' This her third baby daddy, she need some better defense If I dropped chain in the Summer, I would've changed the season You can shoot a blick, but can you get a hundred cash You can drive the 'Cat, just fill it up when you bring it back Huh, had to extort a nigga, he was stealin' packs Dawg said, "I ain't never snitchin'," 'til you give him max Huh, she made me bust quick, but I'ma get her back The second round, I gave this bitch some shit that she ain't never had The past is some shit that you can't tell her 'bout Anything that got my name on it, bro, I can sell it now Just had $5K in one's, it's in the ceiling now She so crazy with the head, I think she got a mental problem Send her ass a thousand, 'cause I miss my momma Huh, told her that I got you, ain't no trippin' 'bout it She bad with no ass, but it's cool, 'cause she can get somebody All black pants, they kinda baggy, then it's Ricky probably Bitch, yeah Was finna end the song, but I knew that y'all be mad at me Told bro to punch me somethin', and he threw a jab at me If you show my biggest gun, it probably have you back backin' Don't try to leave it in my crib, bitch I be last trackin' G-Flex trigger, got the Glockie fast actin' You don't really want this shit, bro, you be half-assin' Givin' signs that I wanna fuck, bro, I be half-askin' Nah, forreal, like Everybody done had that one time where they just, didn't even wanna ask forreal But whole time, you knowin' what you on, but you really tryin' to be a cool nigga You ain't tryna fuck the mood up, you ain't tryna fuck the vibe up Whole time, you in your head, you tryna crunch something, forreal, forreal Fuck all that shit, put that shit on the floor All she can do is say, "No" When you make up an excuse, tell her, "You gotta go" Tell one of my mans to call, you know they good at playin' roles I'm done playin', It's With A X, Striker Boys