(Play this record as- Play this record as frequently as-e-yeah) (Is that why [?] so much?) Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn In the cut, pop out and we stunt Take off my tie I ain't passing the blunt I cut my ties with that slut I cut ties like this shit nun Then I got my profit up Balenci boot on my foot Gold on my neck, the Nikey Tech I put that on block, get no point Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, uh Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, uh Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, uh Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, yuh G-g-g-gangster 'Cause I'm finna blow my goddamn brains out 'bout this slut So I stuff my blunt into your faces until it's in the dust (Turn my headphones up, I'm serious nigga turn them shits up) In the cut, pop out and we stunt Take off my tie I ain't passing the blunt I cut my ties with that slut I cut ties like this shit nun Then I got my profit up Balenci boot on my foot Gold on my neck, the Nikey Tech I put that on block, get no point Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, uh Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, uh Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, uh Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, yuh Gang, gang, gang 'Cause I'm finna blow my goddamn brains out 'bout this slut So I stuff my blunt into your faces until it's in the dust And now you and I are through (Damn) I guess always, don't always last It's enough to make you think about shit Like maybe, even though I'm an out of this world motherfucker And you're on some regular ass earthling shit Maybe it wasn't your fault what happened to us Maybe it was always me?