Gang piled in AMG's rocking Tom Ford

If you wanna die for this shit then grab the pump for it

Killer sitting passenger he kill with that AUX cord

Bust hornet, bro ride in a Scatty, money unsorted

She Bangladesh or Indi, putting red dots on that front lobe

You ain't get no headliners so what the fuck you suck for

Tuck for this shit can get stickier than cup holders

Bust open, poppin all this shit to go unfocus

They ain't circle back and waste my time with no apologies

Eleven deep when pullin' up for pussies like a soccer team

How the fuck you claiming that I left when you ain't profiting

And you just wanna spend it on a threesome or some Prada jeans

Wanna catch a fever, but they catch you on yo property

And I can give you shots the same amount that they be offering

Copped a bulk amount of promises but got the opposite

And how much did I make back from this shit I'm talking zero

If they was putting racks in when I spat I'd be a Bureau

Diamonds would be dancing if ain't lose the Dinero

Had a lot of kinfolk ask about it from South Central

And I couldn't tell em shit because it wasn't public info

I mean what the fuck I pay for

Could've payed for hits to make your sacrum look like bagels

We could've picked your ankles when you wanted act anal

I mean we could've logged you out and made your Instagram disabled

If we log you out then you really be disabled

I mean shit you insecure

The fact that you been hating on my girl get on my nerves

You claiming they take turns, but they ain't really feel yo verb

And yo girl was crying to me, contemplating bout her worth

And yo girl was dying to go cheat on you but it was earned

Always came to the terms when it was burned

Always copped me some bullshit, never deserved

Gang piled in AMG's rocking Tom Ford

If you wanna die for this shit then grab the pump for it

Killers sitting passenger he kill with that AUX cord

Bust hornet, bro ride in a Scatty, money unsorted

She Bangladesh or Indi, putting red dots on that front lobe

You ain't get no headliners so what the fuck you suck for

Tuck for this shit can get stickier than cup holders

Bust open, poppin all this shit to go unfocus

Go from brothers now we threaten each other, with LLC's

Slid like butter, now we gon see the summer, just by the key

We got cutters, and they aim for your utters, when we got heat

Take you down to Miami, till you turning Daytona beach

All the scraps that I been saving that shit cost a meal ticket

Every bitch you ever fucked they could barely feel you in it

They be yappin all the details till it be a sealed image

Yes I got copped a bunch of seconds, but still got like three more inches on yo ass

Only bands I see you flexing ain't even yo cash

Dream bitch shaking ass, cause it made in a lab

Dream bitch, went to my addy, without me asking

Dream bitches, told me the bitches, that you done passed

And ion wanna talk to someone acting like a faggot

I can never fuck with you, you feel it in yo ass

You said bros over hoes, in the conclusion man it's sad

You went head over toes, and over bitches that ain't Grad yet