Damn

Picture all the possibilities

Sounds like a love song

Sounds like a love song

I need to jump out

Shawty, these **** ain't turning, uh

Uh, fam'

I'ma show these **** every time they think I'm playin'

I don't know if these **** be opposite fans, that's why I keep one in the head

Cardi on while I was blowin' the Drake, all I seen was a whole lotta red (like Cardi)

Ran up and fell through a ledge, I squirted in the beat, but I ain't know how to bring right to then

Threatening **** up ever since they killed my man

I ain't heard none of that too hot shit, 20 rated a crash, get the fuck out the van

Bitch, you swear she was my love, babe, but when I got locked out, the bitch got whimped

I saw it be a threat, up in the fullies, the last thing he said was, damn

Whole lotta money (whole lotta flowers)

It be a whole lotta money

Whole lotta flowers

Whole lotta -

Whole lotta acquiring syndrom, uh

Baby, Drake make a grown man cry, these **** ain't ready to die

We have a spinnin', and **** survive, and I'm tellin' you, we turn life over to God

Big bros end up pullin' some snake shit on us, we end up blowin' them down

I beat a **** block up quick, or I ain't not on shape, we ain't fuckin' around

I was in the crib with a bitch, and the feds came in, J Money get the fuck on the ground

But I've died two years, they ain't see me, I've stayed out, just doin' county time

Fuck **** bullets, they feel like my nines, these bitches a crowd, a crowd

Every time a **** ever got locked, but it ain't make a **** run straight mo'

They throwin' grenades, just in through our waist, it look like a record, but I flew through its house

We been wipin' out **** from east to the west, now we takin' this shit to the south

Get a load of me hoppin' around, tryin' to just fuck off while that **** got left on the coast

Broke ass, any hand on the man, heard that **** die watchin' bones

Uh, I'ma show these **** every time they think I'm plant

I don't know if these **** be opposite fans, that's why I keep one in the head

Heard he young while I was blowin' the Drake, all I seen was a whole lot of red (like Cardi, Cardi)

Run up and feel through LA, try squashing the beat, but I ain't know how to bring back the dance

Flame **** up, every since **** kill my mans

I ain't hearin' none of that too hot shit, you ain't ready to crash, get the fuck out the van

Bitch, you swear she was my little baby, but when I got locked, that bitch got whimped

Hopped, sawed me and threw it up, and I'm fully slashed like he said was damn

Huh, uh-huh (Lil Shay jump out)

30, uh, hmm-mm (jump out)

(I rather stay, watch when he get his face shot)

Hmm, uh

(30, I don't know if you see shit)