But don't go, but don't go—tryin' to get revenge
But don't go, but don't go—tryin' to get revenge
(Beats by Choc)
Yeah, okay, birds of a feather flock together, left the coupe warm
Shawty bad as they come, pussy lukewarm
Alexander Wang carpet that I put the shoes on
In the car, titty suckin' like a newborn
Twenty phone calls, homie tryna get a few gone
They was prayin' I ain't make it, pissin' on they tombstone
I was high for a week straight, the weed was too strong
She can't fit it in her mouth, I guess that I was too long
Pussy mad that I made it
You tellin' on your partner, that's a sad affidavit
I'm so paid up, I only leave the pad after payment
You sittin' on your ass lookin' mad agitated, I know you hate it
But don't go, but don't go—tryin' to get revenge
But don't go, but don't go—tryin' to get revenge
But don't go, but don't go—tryin' to get revenge
But don't go, but don't go—tryin' to get revenge
I don't seek revenge, I'm booted up like bleached Timbs
You borin' like spendin' weekends with geek friends
I'm throwed off of the deep end but reach within
The odds was goin' against me but I'ma even them
Say they want a beat, they turn to V8
I can't see the hate because I'm ridin' in a C8
I told 'em they was pussy on the PA, I stay in CA
And if you wanna come and see me, I'll send a PJ
I go DJ, I'll send ya fifty bowls on the freeway
I just bought fifty stones out in Rome for my B-day
I'm stoned to the bone, I'm very calm
I'm starin' at ya 'cause ya got somethin' I'ma carry home
It's best that ya carry on, my money is scary long
Outside of the car white, inside is strawberry tone
You rappers is cool, but I ain't tryin' to share the throne
