Excuse Me

For all them hoes that was frontin' on ****

You know what I'm sayin'?

Back in the days, man, you know what I'm sayin'

This for my broke jiggy **** right now, you know

Excuse me, the fuck out my face

They say wealth is in the mind, not the pocket

I learned that from a very wise man

Gotta pocket full of stones like Pimp say, this shit

Okay, excuse me

Mister bill collector, I got problems

My check arrive mañana

I'ma pay my debt, I promise

I spent twenty thousand dollars with my partners in Bahamas

Another twenty thousand dollars on Rick Owens out in Barneys

I said, excuse me, why the fuck you lookin', what's your problem?

I swear we gon' have drama if you touch my tailored garments

All you see is **** here, so that mean it's triggers there

What you mean? We got weed and codeine and bricks for sale

I bet a lot of **** plottin' so you know I got that heater, bruh (Excuse me)

Drive my side of Harlem, catch me ridin' with my nina, bruh (Excuse me)

She got a apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruh (Excuse me)

Oh, you mean like Q-Tip?

Now that girl my new bitch (Excuse me?)

No, I believe the proper term's excuse you

I could switch up on you **** and start shittin' if I choose to

That's when the new you becomin' different since they knew you

I guess the new me is just gon' take some gettin' used to

Excuse you

Excuse me, I tell 'em they excused

What's the word around town?

Tell me what's the latest news?

And uh, who them ****? I tell them we them dudes

Ain't got time to make excuses, bruh, we steady makin' moves

And I run the game, even when they bend the rules

I pay very close attention, after that I pay my dues

And uh, excuse me, may I be excused?

'Cause I gave this shit my all, ain't got nothin' left to lose

Tell me why these little **** talkin' like they killers, bruh?

Nowadays, these **** always caught up in they feelings, bruh

But I stay one-hunnid 'cause you know I keep it trilla, bruh

Mobbin' like 2pac-alypse or Bishop how I Hit 'Em Up

Fill 'em up with lyrics, bury all my victims

Kill 'em, dig 'em up again, and say I didn't snitch

Excuse me, mind your business, bruh

Swear that you could get it, girl

She a fashion killer, huh

Killa girl

I'm a go-getter, she a get-it-girl

Flacko, where you been?

I been thuggin' with my ****, bruh

Flacko, how you been?

I'm still thuggin' with my ****, bruh

Flocka, where you been?

I been thuggin' with my ****, bruh

Flacko, how you been?

I been thuggin' with my buggin'

With my ****, go sluggin'

Tell me who fuckin' with my ****

Who run it, my ****?

Fuck the fussin', they buckin' and bussin'

Now **** slump over Robitussin in public

Cup full of purple substance or somethin'

My **** the only thing that move me, excuse me

Excuse me, I tell 'em they excused

What's the word around town?

Tell me what's the latest news?

Who them ****? I tell them we them dudes

Ain't got time to make excuses, bruh, we steady makin' moves

And I run the game, even when they bend the rules

I pay very close attention, after that I pay my dues

And uh, excuse me, may I be excused?

'Cause I gave this shit my all, ain't got nothin' left to lose