[Verse 1: ladé & ian]
Somebody check that score, somebody check that floor
Coolin' with my brothers, rememberin' days we ain't have no hope
[?] I'll let you know
No, I ain't trippin' 'bout no ho
That's yo' brother, if he talkin' on me, bitch, I'll kill you both
Plenty bullets for them boys, they clean yo' arms just like some soap
Had to get him gone, got tired of her, had to let her go
Try get past me, you ain't got no water for that boat
Bitch, I always been a legend, I don't call myself no G.O.A.T
Told that boy to pick his head up, you trippin' bout a ho
I told that bitch to get her bread up, you worried 'bout my bro
[?] 'bout the money, walkin' 'round with a loaf
I madе a couple hits, you know it ain't nun' to make some mo'
Comе up in my spot, she tryna chill, I tell her, "Hit the door"
I hate her friends, 'cause they ain't doin' nun', I swear I hate them folks
Bitch, I don't brag, but I'm on top, huh, posted with my [?]
Chop' gon hit his vein, watch him hit the floor, now he singin' notes
He ain't do a thing when we pulled up on him, people told you, "No"
Playin' with the one, boy, that's who' foolin' me, [?]
Bitch, I got high, not that guy
Next time I catch you, boy, you 'bout to say goodbye
And she keep fucking up, she doin' bad, I got sumn' for ya
I'm staying true, I stand my ground, I ain't got nothin' to hide
And she keep crying in my ear, God damn, I'm like, "Why?"
And she keep saying, "That's my bro," I don't care 'bout that guy
You should cut him off, bitch, I ain't friends
If y'all are friends, then we gon' end (Yeah)
Somebody check that score, somebody check that floor
Coolin' with my brothers, rememberin' days we ain't have no hope
[?] I'll let you know
No, I ain't trippin' 'bout no ho
That's yo' brother, if he talkin' on me, bitch, I'll kill you both
Plenty bullets for them boys, they clean yo' arms just like some soap
Had to get him gone, got tired of her, had to let her go
Try get past me, you ain't got no water for that boat
Bitch, I always been a legend, I don't call myself no G.O.A.T
Told that boy to pick his head up, you trippin' bout a ho
I told that bitch to get her bread up, you worried 'bout my bro
[?] 'bout the money, walkin' 'round with a loaf
I madе a couple hits, you know it ain't nun' to make some mo'
Comе up in my spot, she tryna chill, I tell her, "Hit the door"
I hate her friends, 'cause they ain't doin' nun', I swear I hate them folks
Bitch, I don't brag, but I'm on top, huh, posted with my [?]
Chop' gon hit his vein, watch him hit the floor, now he singin' notes
He ain't do a thing when we pulled up on him, people told you, "No"
Playin' with the one, boy, that's who' foolin' me, [?]
Bitch, I got high, not that guy
Next time I catch you, boy, you 'bout to say goodbye
And she keep fucking up, she doin' bad, I got sumn' for ya
I'm staying true, I stand my ground, I ain't got nothin' to hide
And she keep crying in my ear, God damn, I'm like, "Why?"
And she keep saying, "That's my bro," I don't care 'bout that guy
You should cut him off, bitch, I ain't friends
If y'all are friends, then we gon' end (Yeah)
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