| Even if we did do it, you knowing I’m still innocent |
| Brother, he just came home, but I got cases still pending |
| What you mean you balling?, I can see your jersey getting dingy |
| Soon as you miss that game-winner, watch them bleachers get empty |
| Can’t believe we made it |
| Shots to my dog, see em in Houston when we leave Vegas |
| And I got bros who locked up waiting to get reinstated |
| Them boys ain’t never been in the field, them niggas Skip Bayless |
| Them boys ain’t never been in the field, them niggas Nick Saban |
| Youngin hit the road, we filled the car up with OGs |
| I ain’t talking 'bout hood legends, I’m talking 'bout weed |
| say felons back to back, how you got freed |
| Can’t believe you went ahead and told us how they got leaked |
| Same niggas I slept up on the floor with talking 'bout me |
| Only thing me and these rap niggas got in common |
| Is that we probably fucked the same hoes |
| Tecktone you know I wore it first |
| Then a week later they in the same clothes |
| I’m spinning a nigga block if I get mad about a post |
| Trapping ain’t dead you know them baskets got a post |
| You went and cuffed the same bitch who was had by ya bro |
| Then you went and fucking everybody, why would I brag about a hoe |
| I can’t tell my story without putting you in |
| If I lose sleep 'bout you then I let you win |
| Just promise me you won’t storm out if I let you in |
| Put ice inside my double cup (yeah) |
| I’m putting diamonds in a double cup (yeah) |
| Pouring wock on clarity (yeah) |
| Trying to find a booster who can marry me (yeah) |
| Wedding at the mall, you can marry me |
| Kill his opp, 'fore his next win it’s starting to feel like a loss |
| His mama hate him, sister hate him too, 'cause they keep spinning the house |
| And I probably got over like 20 dead niggas in all |
| Some of their contacts in my phone, sometimes I give em a call |
| I was talking to Duke, he in the county, I ain’t seen him in a while |
| Jail phone got him wanting to rip that shit out of the wall |
| I was missing darts thinking 'bout my Auntie, she had diabetes |
| Used to make me shoot her insulin, and you know I hate needles |
| Kill one of us, kill one of them, keep going we not even |
| He took some pills out in his sleep, they say he not breathing |
| 3 zips inside a faygo, caught a splinter from the Draco |
| I caught a splinter from a micro |
| Every time she eat steak, she wanted lipo |
| Done with this model bitch, she just want to post a pic |
| And you switching teams like Bo Nix |
| We caught a opp in traffic and he ain’t make it |
| And something came out |
| I’m spinning a nigga block if I get mad about a post |
| Trapping ain’t dead you know them baskets got a post |
| You went and cuffed the same bitch who was had by ya bro |
| Then you went and fucking everybody, why would I brag about a hoe |
| I can’t tell my story without putting you in |
| If I lose sleep 'bout you then I let you win |
| Just promise me you won’t storm out if I let you in |
| Put ice inside my double cup (yeah) |
| I’m putting diamonds in a double cup (yeah) |
| Pouring wock on clarity (yeah) |
| Trying to find a booster who can marry me (yeah) |
| Wedding at the mall, you can marry me |