[Intro]
(Swi-Swishrr beats)
[Chorus]
Yeah, all these hoes want the same shit
Hop inside that Redeye truck, you know I like to lane switch
Niggas see you goin' down, I'm peepin' how they change quick
Soon as some shit goin' down, man, I'm the one they blamin'
Bro just copped his fire, I'm like, "Okay? I copped the same Gen"
Oh, you say you 'bout it? Like okay, put fire to flame then
I'm fucked up in the club, she throwin' ass, let's make it rain then
Brodie said I'm pussy on the 'net, come snatch my chain then
[Verse]
She gon' givе me pussy and some neck, I ain't complainin'
Still lovе you, dawg, shit, 'til the end, I ain't gon' switch up
I'm off this fuckin' jigga, got me itchin', make me hiccup
Standin' on ten, clutchin' my fire, I cannot slip up
I'm in this bitch, still got my fire, go pick his bitch up
I'm smokin' za, yeah, I get dumb and I get richer
Still hit her phone 'cause deep inside, I know I miss her
Niggas fake, I told 'em, "Recognize who had yo' back," yeah
You don't hit my phone no more, we was cool as fuck since last year
But that's okay, nigga, let's move on that shit in the past, yeah
I done got rich, these niggas still sittin' on they ass, yeah
When I close my eyes, can't help to think 'bout what we had, yeah
I cracked the code, I'm gettin' up, y'all button mash, yeah
(Swi-Swishrr beats)
[Chorus]
Yeah, all these hoes want the same shit
Hop inside that Redeye truck, you know I like to lane switch
Niggas see you goin' down, I'm peepin' how they change quick
Soon as some shit goin' down, man, I'm the one they blamin'
Bro just copped his fire, I'm like, "Okay? I copped the same Gen"
Oh, you say you 'bout it? Like okay, put fire to flame then
I'm fucked up in the club, she throwin' ass, let's make it rain then
Brodie said I'm pussy on the 'net, come snatch my chain then
[Verse]
She gon' givе me pussy and some neck, I ain't complainin'
Still lovе you, dawg, shit, 'til the end, I ain't gon' switch up
I'm off this fuckin' jigga, got me itchin', make me hiccup
Standin' on ten, clutchin' my fire, I cannot slip up
I'm in this bitch, still got my fire, go pick his bitch up
I'm smokin' za, yeah, I get dumb and I get richer
Still hit her phone 'cause deep inside, I know I miss her
Niggas fake, I told 'em, "Recognize who had yo' back," yeah
You don't hit my phone no more, we was cool as fuck since last year
But that's okay, nigga, let's move on that shit in the past, yeah
I done got rich, these niggas still sittin' on they ass, yeah
When I close my eyes, can't help to think 'bout what we had, yeah
I cracked the code, I'm gettin' up, y'all button mash, yeah
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