[Verse 1: Justin Rarri]
Bitch you left me with a broken heart
I was breakin' down bad on my birthday
I done seen all the fake in the worst way
And my brother cross me in the worst way
And it's easy to say, I was stupid all along
How the fuck you gon' break? A lil' nigga I had to be strong
Don't want no question 'bout my life, I gotta big reason, I don't do a song with them niggas
Them niggas don't hang with real killers
And you know that I'm unforgiving
And he taking that deuce right out his backpack, yeah
Big ol' 30, gon' knock his face, I'm shootin' them black gats, yeah
[Bridge: Justin Rarri]
All them, niggas they cappin', they stretchin' the cap, they be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti
All in my DM talking 'bout a BM, the fuck you gon' do? You ain't clap at nobody
I got sky dweller, tell a bitch I'm the plug, I be swaggin' all over the Mazi'
Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin'
[Verse 2: Justin Rarri]
Whole gang behind me, if you get it fucked up that's RIP
They gon' have to go some new white tees
And she feel safer around me
I got respect in my city, lil' bitch, go 'head, try to kill me
I'ma hurt your whole family feelings (Yeah)
I'ma let you know, you dying with me
Because, bitch I be that baby devil
Blood on my Balenciagas
Bitch we shootin' ain't no problem
Bro want that, he know I got him
Thirty deep up, in your place
Fifty deep, if you want rake
Young rich nigga, I feel like Mase
I said, young rich nigga, I feel like Mase
Bitch you left me with a broken heart
I was breakin' down bad on my birthday
I done seen all the fake in the worst way
And my brother cross me in the worst way
And it's easy to say, I was stupid all along
How the fuck you gon' break? A lil' nigga I had to be strong
Don't want no question 'bout my life, I gotta big reason, I don't do a song with them niggas
Them niggas don't hang with real killers
And you know that I'm unforgiving
And he taking that deuce right out his backpack, yeah
Big ol' 30, gon' knock his face, I'm shootin' them black gats, yeah
[Bridge: Justin Rarri]
All them, niggas they cappin', they stretchin' the cap, they be strechin' the fitted, I call 'em Yo Gotti
All in my DM talking 'bout a BM, the fuck you gon' do? You ain't clap at nobody
I got sky dweller, tell a bitch I'm the plug, I be swaggin' all over the Mazi'
Inside the Burberry, find a 30 round clip, only shoot if I bust at your noggin'
[Verse 2: Justin Rarri]
Whole gang behind me, if you get it fucked up that's RIP
They gon' have to go some new white tees
And she feel safer around me
I got respect in my city, lil' bitch, go 'head, try to kill me
I'ma hurt your whole family feelings (Yeah)
I'ma let you know, you dying with me
Because, bitch I be that baby devil
Blood on my Balenciagas
Bitch we shootin' ain't no problem
Bro want that, he know I got him
Thirty deep up, in your place
Fifty deep, if you want rake
Young rich nigga, I feel like Mase
I said, young rich nigga, I feel like Mase
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