[Intro]
Uh, burn
Forty up in my car seat (Forty in my car seat)
Baby, I know you want that (Baby, I know you want that)
Everything, I earned it (Everything, I earned it)
Bet you think you could burn that (Bet you think you could burn that)
Twenty for my niggas (Twenty for my niggas)
Forty for my hoes (Forty for my hoes)
Got me surfin' up the fire (Surfin' up the fire)
Like I'm looking for a missing note

[Verse 1]
Uh, one bitch told me we would be together
Liar, fucking cheater, you a dog, from that leader
Got my heater on my left side, smack you 'till you cross-eyed
Bow, bow, bow, bow, god-damn bitch
Take this as a short-side
On my line to see chain status
Hoe, I thought we was marriеd?
Now you livin' single
Well, hoe, I got that Kratos
For your bitch-ass, think fast
Gеt up in that ass, like quick-fast
And a hurry, not a worry
I cut the phone lines, nobody's dropping dimes
Who the fuck got a phone in 2011, anyway?
I haven't seen one since I was seven
In the 90s, when everything was 480p
Screaming, "Generation Y" and wondering: "Why me?"
I'm a real good nigga, got real good credit
I paid off all my car notes
Don't drink and I rarely smoke
So why the fuck you bench me, coach?
Why the fuck you bench me coach?
I'm so good at courting, do that while I play four-string
Six-man, kickstand, bitch-slap, open hand, aw
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