That one-way trip, I foot it, It's Mr. Gun-Wrench Pulled it off by the skin of my teeth, I had to push it to the limit Niggas playin' with that bag when you send it Comin' up shorter than Bushwick, all these broke niggas need some [?] Stepped on the work so good that it left a footprint Just ran out of baggies, we need another box of Good Sense It ain't no better place on earth that we could've took this Why he be spendin' all his money tryna look rich? Cuttin' up a G-pack, name buzzin' on the T app Now all these bitches know a nigga just a dope dealer with some good dick Seen me with dual clip, you can tell this ain't my first time He good at makin' words rhyme, I'm really with the bullshit Can fix it with a tool kit, a pistol was my first purchase Love was at the church service, reverend in the pulpit Sign on the gate said, "Beware of dog," niggas better keep away Now we put BTA, somethin' like a leather bullwhip Revenge is bittersweet 'cause I been in the street hustlin' Can't walk a straight line for nothin', guess I got pigeon feet I still ain't missed a beat, this industry don't mean nothin' It's constant and repercussions, gotta learn to live with grief Revenge is bittersweet, got a .23 with a buddy In the sleeve of my Louis Vuitton, for when this shit get deep Revenge is bittersweet, but, that's not even up for discussion It mentally got me blushin', been on a winnin' streak When you cop it, your main bitch can't come It's like I got ninety-nine problems and a brick ain't one Had a insane run Don't want this shit if it's them same ones Playin' ball 'til the championship game won For them big-face hun's, been ridin' dirty like my nickname Bun Shout to West V', I got love for the whole 6-8-1 When them ship crates come I know where to get a fish plate from Down in the land of milk and honey where all the bricks A1 Niggas askin' when I'm gonna drop, but, I got the big [?] I remember tellin' niggas soon as my mixtape done Rep a set, H1, all my friends' day-ones If I never dropped out of Cooley nigga probably could have been Trae Young Duckin' Federalies in that grape [?] for the twenty-fifth straight summer Them niggas too broke to fix, they bums Stuff they said about me, how could they ever fix they gums? If you cut his tongue out his mouth then his lips can't run That's Mafia Revenge is bittersweet 'cause I been in the street hustlin' Can't walk a straight line for nothin', guess I got pigeon feet I still ain't missed a beat, this industry don't mean nothin' It's constant and repercussions, gotta learn to live with grief Revenge is bittersweet, got a .23 with a buddy In the sleeve of my Louis Vuitton, for when this shit get deep Revenge is bittersweet, but, that's not even up for discussion It mentally got me blushin', been on a winnin' streak