[Intro]
It's Nev on the beat, nigga
Young Jefe, holmes
Boss

[Chorus]
I can feel somebody cryin’ for me, like, "Oh, Lord" (Oh, Lord)
That nigga turned his back on you, yeah, that's your dog (Nope)
My bitch, she givin' love, told her to hold on (Hold on)
’Cause any given day can get caught in a war zone (Oh-oh)
Lil' mama, she a dime, so I paid her student loan (God damn)
And my nigga love to talk, now I can't even use phones (God damn, God damn)
I think these niggas lyin', that's why I don't do their songs (Yah)
Everybody wanna ride the wave when you on (Yah, yah, yah)

[Verse 1]
Can't begin to relax (Yeah) a whole lot (A whole lot)
Brought her into my head, y'all, like a Tylenol
Got a little model broad (Uh), yeah, she know how to fuck
R-I-P my dawg (Uh), yeah, I miss all of y’all (God damn, God damn)
I just sent some bread to my nigga in the pen
When they ask the question, "Suck my dick" is what he said (Hahahaha)
On murder’s where I'll stand on until I’m bloody red (Okay)
I'll murder you on camera, holmes, no, I ain't fuckin' scared (Uh)
Peanut butter jelly ’til I motherfuckin' lost it (Uh)
Nigga, you should see my mansion, look like a motherfuckin' apartment
Pull that God damn Maybach out (Yah), feel good that I ain't stoppin' (Good)
Nigga, my Glock got a double, check it, we can get it poppin', nigga
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