Derek Fisher (feat. Lil Baby)

(Makers)

(Run that back, Turbo)

Here's a tissue, wipe the tears from your eye

Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin' in the sky

You get your wish, you grab them sticks and we gon' slide

Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay all eyes

Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain't no **** cross that line

Told her I ain't got no mistress, but I know she think I'm lyin'

Oh, you can be vibe but I'm not lookin' for a bride

Six, seven, eight, nine foreigns when I open the garage

**** pillow talkin', I can't barely get the time

Dead fresh, out a coffin, Playboy and VLONE cover my spine

Fuck that extra talkin', pull up, spin a whole block and then ride

Draco, AR's, Glocks and carbon, put in the work for your side

Keepin' it real, I just had to realize

Got caught and he ain't tell, he stood up and took the time

I got 'em on my trail and I still ain't in my prime

I'm just tryna live, keep my people out of bounds

I done kept it solid, this shit ours, it ain't mine

I done changed the climate, got this fuckin' money flyin'

Backwood full of Biscotti, and I heard you smokin' pine

Barely see somebody, to that bullshit I went blind

Here's a tissue, wipe the tear from your eye

Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin' in the sky

You get your wish, you grab them sticks and we gon' slide

Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay all eyes

Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain't no **** cross that line

Told her I ain't got no missions, but I know she think I'm lyin'

Oh, you can be my vibe, but I'm not lookin' for a bride

Six, seven, eight, nine, foreigns when I open the garage

Penthouse feel like heaven when I wake from a ménage

I got every kinda color car in my garage

Intercontinental with my bitch and a massage

Buy a lot of diamonds, I flash my money, I like to floss

My lil' shooters stay on-point

All I do is throw assists

We locked in together forever, that's if I'm poor or rich

Make 'em call me Papa Bear, the way I get that porridge

Walk inside the club, man, they start stormin'

I came in the foreign

I can't stop from goin' in

Got too many dawgs who in the sky, can't let 'em score again

Ask God for forgiveness, then go out and commit sin again

They say we already won, I'm tryna win again, yeah

Here's a tissue, wipe the tears from your eye

Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin' in the sky

You get your wish, you grab them sticks and we gon' slide

Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay all eyes

Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain't no **** cross that line

Told her I ain't got no missions, but I know she think I'm lyin'

Oh, you can be my vibe, but I'm not lookin' for a bride

Six, seven, eight, nine, foreigns when I open the garage