My ex just called, she cryin´ She bangin´ my line like, "What are we doin´?"
Tax man fuckin´ up all of the M´s, swear I gotta get back to it (Yeah, get back to it) Couple of bros, they trade their souls for dough and hoes, couldn´t be so foolish Feel overwhelmed with the load Won´t break, won´t fold, I just reboot it (Uh, just reboot it) At the top, it feel so lonely (Why?) My friends keep chippin´ away Got one more joint with Sony Time to renegotiate Ain´t feelin´ the condom I´m thinkin´ ´bout takin´ it off and fuckin´ her face (Huh) Model bitch fronted on me at the Dior show Way, way, way back in the day (That´s right) Always prevail somehow, some way, right (Yeah) Came in this bitch with a Pro Club tee, Mike Rubin said all white (Woo, grr)
R&B bitch with the NBA star, I was with her last night (I was with her last night, yeah) She came in the yo with the wrong Air Forces, nah, she wasn´t my type (Uh, nah) Back in the day, I was doin´ security Go to the store, had to carry artillery Thinkin´ one day I would fuck me a Hilary Flooded my neck and my teeth with the chillery (Woo) Fillin´ my pockets with celery (Woo-woo) Now I´m most likely lit with a Blasian with a fat ass in the Philippines Feelin´ me, shittin´ me (Yeah, Ear Drummers)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh They thought I was dead (Nope) They thought I was dead (Nope) They thought I was dead (Nope)
They thought I was dead (Nope) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Uh) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Yeah) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Uh) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Yeah) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Uh) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Ooh-ooh) They thought I was dead, who lied? They thought I was dead, who lied? (Rrr, shit)
Hold up, wait a minute, let me talk my shit (Uh, right) Lot of broke niggas talkin´, they ain´t talkin´ about shit (Uh, yeah) I ain´t never been a pussy, I ain´t worried ´bout a bitch (Uh, right) Busy gettin´ paper, tryna keep my uncle off the bricks (Uh, yeah)
Showin´ my ass like Ye on a boat T Ferg done had yay on a boat Lambo, what I get paid for a show Livin´ that life I ain´t gotta post (Uh) Girls OT, on go (Go) Speakin´ no English, sayin´ my quotes Paris runway show (Show) Ain´t Halloween, but we in a Ghost (Grr) Vintage Cartier I feel like Shedeur (Shedeur) All of the bitches stare No one can compare (Oh no) Flooded my teeth like Dolph I got the blue veneers (Huh) Hop on a artist beat (Ooh-ooh) I give life to new careers (Grr)
They thought I was dead (Who lied? Uh)
They thought I was dead (Who lied? Yeah) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Uh) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Yeah) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Uh) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Yeah) They thought I was dead, who lied? (Uh) They thought I was dead, who lied? (Woo, shit)