(DJ Cam gon´ show ´em how to drip)
(JT on the track again)

That´s my fault, expectin´ loyalty from niggas when really I should be mad at myself

I´m mad at myself, I was carryin´ ´round a group of unloyal niggas on my back and just for them to stab me there
That´s what I get, chasin´ after friends that ain´t cared
Now I´m tryna get the pin to where you stay and then I´m there
You went against the plan, so I gotta cut off your air
´Cause if you bite the hand that feed you, what you gon´ do to somebody else?
Can´t let that slide, all fuck niggas gotta die, y´all gon´ fuck up the world
My pride to the side, playin´ Barbie with my lil´ girl
Couldn´t see between your lines, I was caught in a twirl
I like guns and roses, she like pistols and pearls

That´s my Russian roulette
Put a flower set on your neck
I´m here to protect you, baby
So I protect you, baby
See me with these different bitches so much, it get you crazy
So I keep your diamonds on flush like we in the restroom, baby
I apologize so much and you so tired of the fussin´
Ain´t gon´ hide from the public how much I love this woman
Say you ain´t white, you Russian, I´m just glad you ain´t my cousin
That´s the only thing gon´ stop me from lovin´, you ain´t nothin´
Mark your calendar, Friday, we on a date
We gon´ talk over dinner and put everything on a plate

Everything on the table, say everything you gotta say
I´m a reaper, but I´m righteous, a sniper movin´ with grace
My plug went to jail, but I made a way
This dope I´m gettin´ now fucked up, but I make it shake
I´m a ratchet-ass lil´ nigga, looked up and I made you bae
And everything I got, I obtained goin´ through pain
It´s my fault thinkin´ I´ma meet my wifey in the club
It´s just like me to go and turn a white bitch to a thug
I´m steady fuckin´ hoes, you know you shouldn´t have let me fuck
You wish you never loved, but it´s too late ´cause you in love

I´m in a ´vert, I skeet out, then I skrrt
I´m pushin´ through the hurt, this shit a blessin´ and a curse
You hate when I´m on Percs, but girl, you know I need my Percs
I need you like my purse, I ain´t got y´all, that´s when I´m worse
I´m in the club, muggin´ with no shirt
I´m thuggin´, on that fuck shit, put my pistol in your purse
I don´t second-guess my gut, them niggas flaky and I´m sure
I gave them chances, they turned out exactly who I knew they were
Been too long on this curb, it´s time to leave
All they did was take when I was willing to give them everything
I had to learn how to swim, them crackers sent me up the creek

Tried to spread me on the ground, so it´s too late to squash the beef
Mom, we made it, baby, you ain´t gotta cry
I´m in the back seat, I ain´t even gotta drive
But fuck this Maybach ´cause I´m that for real
Fuck this Maybach ´cause I´m that for real