Fuck, fuck, I can't believe that she not us

Don't really fuck, but this bitch got guts

I ain't never fold to these hoes, not once

3.5, this shit sittin' in my blunt

I'ma kick back 'til this shit pop up

Free lil' twin, shoutout bro, locked up

Guilt too real, we was both on drugs, on God (wa)

Back in Concord, I was off shit, you could ask my mom

Back then, was the shit, I ain't even had no car

Now I'm really comin' up, throwin' up the guap like, yeah

I was really broke once, mama had to work three jobs

Yeah, now my mama call me up, got her all like, "Oh my God"

Ain't nobody else hit me up, I ain't never get no calls

Now I'm workin' on some shit, music is really all I got

Really had to roll the tags back like a bitch named (wa)

Got a new bitch, tryna psych me up

Might beat it up, life lit as— (Ah!)

Writin' lyrics up, tryna keep it tough, I just couldn't speak

Tried stealin' stuff, heart beatin' quick

Sprite in my cup, I ain't leanin' up

But I need the drugs, money what I want

Don't know what I want, get it now, I promise

Bitch, I need a pack

The queen of the earth, the exotic, go throw this shit up in the blunt

I'm goin' black, my jeans, my hoodie, the garments, I'm steppin' that bitch like a skunk

I got a white on my back, if you speak on the team, you get whacked, I could not give a fuck

I pull up geekin' like that ho

Like, "Girl, who is that?" When I step my fine ass in the func'

I cannot touch on these pieces, I got me a piece and I swear to God she the one

I remember back I was fuckin' with him

Bitch, I'm so happy that era is done

Boy, we keep clappin' the switches, we countin' them riches, but no one can shut the fuck up

We made it straight from the dirt and the mud and the trenches

If you're not with it, then stop dissing with us

I said

Fuck, fuck, I can't believe that she not us

Don't really fuck, but this bitch got guts

I ain't never fold to these hoes, not once

3.5, this shit sittin' in my blunt

I'ma kick back 'til this shit pop up

Free lil' twin, shoutout bro, locked up

Guilt too real, we was both on drugs, on God

Back in Concord, I was off shit, you could ask my mom (Mom)

Back then, was the shit, I ain't even had no car (Car)

Now I'm really comin' up, throwin' up the guap like, yeah

I was really broke once, mama had to work three jobs, yeah

Now my mama call me up, got her all like, "Oh my God"

Ain't nobody else hit me up, I ain't never get no calls

Now I'm workin' on some shit, music is really all I got

Really had to roll the tags back like a bitch named (wa)