[Verse]
Told her I'm cool on her, we could be friends
I stayed down and all I needed was a chance
Like they all had legs, ain't nobody give me no head
Told her she just vibe, I won't treat her like no fan
Let me know is you gon' ride or not?
Them folks come trim through this bitch, grab your Glock and shoot it out
Bump heads with my opposition, shootouts right there by the spot
Can't even walk my dogs where I live, fans might drop a dot
Can't even walk my dogs
If I go to jail again, would you answer my calls?
I get bored in that bitch, get to writin' on the walls
Daydreamin' out thе window, wishin' I could be with y'all
But I ain't goin' back
392, we had the Rubicon and all kinds of Scats
Spinnin' likе you shootin' in the air, 'cause you ain't caught a hat
Hit that car and park it, they ain't never catch a flat
She want a new ring on her finger, I want Diamondbacks
Brand-new guns
If me and my partner can't catch the opp, drop some funds
My lil' girl named Milan, so I had my son
I was trippin', chasin' a bitch if I get locked that wouldn't pay my bond
I was trippin', I don't even speak on situations, but I'm gettin' tired of fake-ass spinnin'
One call, fifty strikers down your chimney
Santa Claus, where the cookies at?
I was fucked up, you ain't give me nothin', hope you remember that
Hope you remember
Write it down, bitch, take a picture
Jail fucked up my head, still be in huntin' mode with my Snickers
And that bitch fucked up my head, heard she was fuckin' one of my niggas
Every bullet fly out this bitch, I ain't gotta do nothin' but hit the trigger
Frrt, hit you and your mans, though
Told her I'm cool on her, we could be friends
I stayed down and all I needed was a chance
Like they all had legs, ain't nobody give me no head
Told her she just vibe, I won't treat her like no fan
Let me know is you gon' ride or not?
Them folks come trim through this bitch, grab your Glock and shoot it out
Bump heads with my opposition, shootouts right there by the spot
Can't even walk my dogs where I live, fans might drop a dot
Can't even walk my dogs
If I go to jail again, would you answer my calls?
I get bored in that bitch, get to writin' on the walls
Daydreamin' out thе window, wishin' I could be with y'all
But I ain't goin' back
392, we had the Rubicon and all kinds of Scats
Spinnin' likе you shootin' in the air, 'cause you ain't caught a hat
Hit that car and park it, they ain't never catch a flat
She want a new ring on her finger, I want Diamondbacks
Brand-new guns
If me and my partner can't catch the opp, drop some funds
My lil' girl named Milan, so I had my son
I was trippin', chasin' a bitch if I get locked that wouldn't pay my bond
I was trippin', I don't even speak on situations, but I'm gettin' tired of fake-ass spinnin'
One call, fifty strikers down your chimney
Santa Claus, where the cookies at?
I was fucked up, you ain't give me nothin', hope you remember that
Hope you remember
Write it down, bitch, take a picture
Jail fucked up my head, still be in huntin' mode with my Snickers
And that bitch fucked up my head, heard she was fuckin' one of my niggas
Every bullet fly out this bitch, I ain't gotta do nothin' but hit the trigger
Frrt, hit you and your mans, though
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