You getcho´ lil cressy on this
You getcho´ credit for
(Murda on the beat, so it´s not nice)

These niggas be playin´ with you like you don´t get your work in

I was bout´ to message you when I seen you with that skirt on
Fore´ they do anything, gotta do that with you first, huh
I was chasin´ that pussy, I walked in all the way to the circle
I was chasin´ that pussy, I walked in all the way to the circle
Fore´ they go anywhere, bae I gotta take you first
Ain´t on no gay shit, but I grew up snatchin´ purses
I was on the E-way, I was thinkin´ bout E-Murder
I was on the E-way, thinkin´ bout Auntie Emelda
Think I know everything, that´s why I don´t respect my еlders
Every time I try to lеave the hood that be my downfall

It be feelin´ like I can never make it far without y´all
I love my niggas so much, I cry if he don´t answer
Any time I don´t hear from Jack Boy them, I can feel my head hurt
Huh, any time I don´t hear from Jack Boy them
You gon´ betray me anyways, so I don´t want no friends
I ain´t never let nobody gettin´ too close again
My baby mama said I shouldn´t trust you
I hated that you really let the bitch be right
Cause she always wrong
You ain´t say congratulations when yo´ dawg came home
I need an X pill, that´s the only way I can go to you for real
I been tryna´ get straightened, but it ain´t workin´, uh

Cause every time that we talkin´, you switch yo´ story up
My nigga sittin´, cause somebody snitchin´
We tryna´ get the witness to switch the story up
Tell the bitch to stop takin´ pictures, they disturbin´ us
We workin, ayy, three, four, five, six perkies, I´m on the road
Big jit sittin´ here nervous, you gotta go
Got shotguns, in the Suburban, about to shoot
Pull up on the side of me swervin´, ten car, ten coupe
Lotta´ money gettin´ contagious, I keep gettin´ mo´
Fuck nigga, I know you remember I was kickin´ in do´
We workin´, I put different patches round the trenches, it hurt me

Shoulda never put you in position, it´s our fault
VA bussin´ checks and hittin´ big licks, it´s my fault
Tryna´ turn my friendships into business
Tryna´ turn a penny to a million
I´ma make sure all you niggas feel me
He say I´m a bitch, but he know different
How the fuck I got six fuckin´ killin´s
I be tryna keep my bullshit out my lyrics
Yeah, niggas play like they don´t know what the deal is
Uh, I be talkin´ boss talk, twenty sixty
I been turnin´ wash cloths into riches

I mean rags to riches, yeah
I like Spanish bitches, uh
Pull up, Jags and Bentleys
Bag and tag these niggas

I got lavish, yeah, uh
Bussin´ checks, bussin´ sweat
I´m sellin´ death, they know that
Once you left, more success