| I been readin' the Bible backwards and I still see the flaws in it |
| This time keep passin', I’m tryna make sure ain’t no losses |
| Still movin' in war, you know it won’t be no pause in it |
| If I see that paperwork, I hope one of my dogs ain’t in it |
| She say she love me, I don’t know if she want the dick or the drop |
| That pussy good, but I ain’t blind, I’m gon' figure her out |
| Put a potato on a barrel, call it cream in a crop |
| They had me stuck down at the bottom, but I’m still at your top |
| Too busy chasin' bags, had to take me a deep breathe |
| I put two hundred on the dash, now I ride with a seat belt |
| My mama tellin' me 'bout Heaven, I just hope I see Gee there |
| If I tell the opps that it ain’t over 'cause we still gon' have beef there |
| (Huh, woo) |
| God gave me two feet, you know that I’ma step |
| Niggas played me dirty, so you know I got 'em swept (Yeah) |
| Niggas wanted smoke with me until they hit the meth |
| Ask me 'bout the opps, I’ll tell you, «I love they ass to death» (Yeah) |
| I love your ass to death |
| I love your ass to death |
| I love your ass to death (Yeah) |
| I’m comin' down they block |
| If you ask me 'bout the opps, I’ll say, «I love they ass to death» |
| When blood dry, it’s burgundy (Burgundy) |
| I’ma take his life before he murder me |
| He better think twice if he thinkin' 'bout hurtin' me |
| He seen my face, I just hope he don’t make it through surgery |
| Huh, if it’s fifty shots or better, then they know who |
| Take off the plate, put on a mask, we left no clues |
| Dress your mama in all-black, she gon' boo-hoo |
| I come through bangin' down your block, like a old school (Bah, bah) |
| (Huh, woo) |
| God gave me two feet, you know that I’ma step |
| Niggas played me dirty, so you know I got 'em swept (Yeah) |
| Niggas wanted smoke with me until they hit the meth |
| Ask me 'bout the opps, I’ll tell you, «I love they ass to death» (Yeah) |
| I love your ass to death |
| I love your ass to death |
| I love your ass to death (Yeah) |
| I’m comin' down they block |
| If you ask me 'bout the opps, I’ll say, «I love they ass to death» |
| I love your ass to death |
| I love your ass to death |
| I love your ass to death |
| I’m comin' down they block |
| If you ask me 'bout the opps, I’ll say, «I love they ass to death» |