Pop a perc in the club, damn near f**ked on the dancer

Say I got her in love, and she think that I’m handsome

She keep texting my phone and she ain’t getting no answer

I just wanted sex, I ain’t finna stamp ya’

I’m so high, I almost wrecked. Hit the curb, got me bouncin’

She keep staring at my neck, s**t icy like the mountains

I done got the b***h wet, she got water like a fountain

F**k round blew a whole check, and I wasn’t even countin’

Holon, holon

Why these n****s steady playin like we ain’t with that?

What’s up with that chit chat?

We gon’ pull up with them chops, and blitz that

Anytime a n***a thought his ass got off, you know I got my get back

Anytime a b***h thought she ain’t get caught, you know I got my lick back

I know this b***h she good for giving head, so I could never kiss that

Shawty lookin’ good, I’m off these meds, I said I gotta hit that

Me and twin post in the hood, I wish a n***a would try to get his s**t back

We gon leave his s**t splatt, f**k ya’ six pack

We got four flats, n***a

In a b***h car with four killers, one of em’ totin’ on four nickel

One of em’ clutching on ten milli

One got a fully ARP with a sixty

I’m clutching this 5.6, ready to get busy

Really keep spinnin’ & spinnin’ til we dizzy

We knew he was dead way before the news did

Seen a n***a die, said “bye” to my mind, cause I knew I’ll lose it

The trenches took away my love

Can’t show no sympathy, s**t get you f****d

Yo’ brother might be the one set you up

In these streets it ain’t no trust

Can’t show yo’ hand, that get you took

Wanna see how I do it? Lil bro come look

He seen me & twin, the n***a was shook

N***a ain’t even have fye, his ass a rookie

But we gave em a pass, cause we wanted his patna

Don’t chase no ho’, n***a stack ya dollars

Cause all these ho’s just f**k the guala’

Once I f**k, she can’t walk, like a toddler

You already know I’m that n***a, but I gotta remind ya

Say that’s yo b***h, finna’ get up behind her

He say he slime, I’m finna’ slime em

I feel like “Shiesty” might buck yo’ llama

It was nights I had to cry myself to sleep, couldn’t call my mama

I ain’t the same me, the streets had left me with a lot of trauma

I tell they ass, they can’t een’ conversate with me, it ain’t bout commas

Ion’ want that b***h I pass that ho’ to twin, I got hall of fame dimer

When I pop out on the scene, this b***h say I’m so fresh, so clean

I say “I see you got some friends, they gotta come f**k with the team”

She just took a shot, she ask what’s in my cup, lil b***h I’m sipping lean

I had kicked the cup, it started calling me, I think I need it

I ain’t rich, so it ain’t always purple, I still sip the green

If I’m sipping green, I pop a Percocet so now I’m really leaning

BHC, MOB, that’s a different meaning

You know my brothers blow that b***h bout me, that’s for any reason

I had jumped off the porch, then I went straight to trapping

Then a p***y n***a played, and that’s when s**t started getting tragic

That’s when we loaded up with K’s and started clutching automatics

You ain’t never seen brains on the pavement, n***a this s**t right here, this s**t get graphic

I stay on meds, I used to pray that I forget the s**t

This right here something different, nah, it ain’t no forgetting this

When the f**k his ass turn gangster? I can say that boy, he been a b***h

He started s**t with me, say “F**k BHC” okay I’ll finish it