SMOKIN ON THEM NLE Choppa

[Intro: Kimbra & Gotye]
Now and then, I think of all the times you screwed me over
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough

[Verse 1]
Ayy, don't butt-dial, we swervin' (We swervin')
It was stolen cars I was hoppin' out with my Glock, tryna give me a murder (Pop, pop)
Huh, come on, now we in them tinted suburbans (Suburbans)
Pullin' up in all black just for the Glock to match her purse (Purse)
Come on, bingo on body for body (A body)
Fuck that, I'm tryna stack up the profit, I love that
I was thirteen, runnin' around like Rugrat
I'm tryna numb all the pain, where the drugs at?
Gucci (Come on), Louis (Come on), spend it (Come on), blew it (Come on)
'Member them days (Come on), when I couldn't even do it (Come on)
I ain't even need a nigga back then (Come on)
Present day, he turn red, I knew it (Mhm)
Cricket nigga, we straight (We straight), yeah
Always on time, never late (Never late), yeah
They was doin' dirty shit on me, but God was bakin' the cake (Bakin' the cake), yeah
Fresh as hell, in some Bape
My bitch Chanel down fiend great to me (Yeah)
Knew that nigga was a snake (Yeah)
Now he snakeskin on my hoodie (Yeah)