[Intro]
Yeah, it's the wolf
(Cypress)
[Verse 1]
Don't post that picture with me til I leave, don't put me on your live
If my bro PnB ain't go through that, my dog still be alive
I lost him four months 'fore I got released, couldn't do a thing but cry
'Cause after Bankroll, Drakeo, Dolph, and Nip, feel like the next to die
Always heard that death, it come in threes, and I just mentioned five
So who up next? The second set of threes? On Grape, gotta survive
So I cut off the niggas I can't trust, can't feel these niggas' vibe
And if a bitch I meet come through to fuck, she ain't gon' spend the night
Unlеss she way more rich and famous than me, can't comе to the crib
Bitch, if we get a room, security outside the door with sticks
As far as family, I could trust them less than niggas in the bricks
You say you love me, but on Grape Street, I ain't seen you since a kid
Seen this money turns a mom against a son, a twin against a twin
Niggas shoot and tell on you right after y'all just spin the bin
I got back to writing shit on paper, I was in the pen
Every time I type shit on the phone, somebody tappin' in
Every call recorded, operator voice'd warn you
Only time my BM wrote, she tried to up the child support
But now my only child no longer even speaks to her no more
Stay with my mom until they let me out, linked up straight out the door
I ain't never had no custody, ain't need it cause my daughter still gon' fuck with me
I'ma fuck with her spend, plenty racks and give her game and loyalty
I smoke two Backwoods in my car, wait for my play at Double Tree
Don't shake his hand 'cause I know we on camera, just drop off the cheese
Then sit in the restroom in a second, start tap in once it's a tree
Sent me the address, then destroy the phone, I'll hit you in six weeks
Book a show inside the destination city, laying with somethin' pretty
Plain Jane bitch who live in town, go get in other bitches cities
I could never stop the running, label fuckin' up the money
Offering advances, but with royalties, act like a dummy
Hired plenty lawyers, then missed calls so I call on a Sunday
They charge by the hour and the contract raised the interest on me
Fuck was I supposed to do? Go broke and then pretend it's cool
Selling bricks forever, my lil' hottie need some Jimmy Choos
Baby, get these bricks to flow, the kilo came fresh off the boat
These labels pray we die while still signed so they collect some more
Yeah, it's the wolf
(Cypress)
[Verse 1]
Don't post that picture with me til I leave, don't put me on your live
If my bro PnB ain't go through that, my dog still be alive
I lost him four months 'fore I got released, couldn't do a thing but cry
'Cause after Bankroll, Drakeo, Dolph, and Nip, feel like the next to die
Always heard that death, it come in threes, and I just mentioned five
So who up next? The second set of threes? On Grape, gotta survive
So I cut off the niggas I can't trust, can't feel these niggas' vibe
And if a bitch I meet come through to fuck, she ain't gon' spend the night
Unlеss she way more rich and famous than me, can't comе to the crib
Bitch, if we get a room, security outside the door with sticks
As far as family, I could trust them less than niggas in the bricks
You say you love me, but on Grape Street, I ain't seen you since a kid
Seen this money turns a mom against a son, a twin against a twin
Niggas shoot and tell on you right after y'all just spin the bin
I got back to writing shit on paper, I was in the pen
Every time I type shit on the phone, somebody tappin' in
Every call recorded, operator voice'd warn you
Only time my BM wrote, she tried to up the child support
But now my only child no longer even speaks to her no more
Stay with my mom until they let me out, linked up straight out the door
I ain't never had no custody, ain't need it cause my daughter still gon' fuck with me
I'ma fuck with her spend, plenty racks and give her game and loyalty
I smoke two Backwoods in my car, wait for my play at Double Tree
Don't shake his hand 'cause I know we on camera, just drop off the cheese
Then sit in the restroom in a second, start tap in once it's a tree
Sent me the address, then destroy the phone, I'll hit you in six weeks
Book a show inside the destination city, laying with somethin' pretty
Plain Jane bitch who live in town, go get in other bitches cities
I could never stop the running, label fuckin' up the money
Offering advances, but with royalties, act like a dummy
Hired plenty lawyers, then missed calls so I call on a Sunday
They charge by the hour and the contract raised the interest on me
Fuck was I supposed to do? Go broke and then pretend it's cool
Selling bricks forever, my lil' hottie need some Jimmy Choos
Baby, get these bricks to flow, the kilo came fresh off the boat
These labels pray we die while still signed so they collect some more
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