(Vando, what it hit for?)

(Can't rush the vibe, Rando)

If he got it out the mud, then why his shoes so clean?

If it's either her or syrup, I'ma choose codeine

My lil' homie bangin' Blood, but he got blues in his jeans

Comin' straight up out the hood where all we do is pull schemes

Tryna hide that I'm in love, said some shit that I ain't mean

I ain't never switchin' up, keep the same routine

Once I run it on you once, I keep the same routine

I just fucked her and her friend, I used the same technique

Get to talkin' 'bout the pain, I fucked 'round, sang on the beat

He was playin' with that change, now his brains on the street

I'm in the coupe, I'm not alone, I got that thang on the seat

I fill your ass with bullet holes just for thinkin' somethin' sweet

I just gotta make it home and that's the way that it's gon' be

My lil' boy, he Winslow, he dependent on me

Came out two-fifty worth of diamonds, got a pendant on me

Just brought your bitch up out retirement, she put the dentist on me

I rock two watches, real big timer, yeah, my motherfuckin' roll on

Was hangin' from the edge, I ain't let go, I had to hold on

They gave my brother thirty years and I ain't seen his face in so long

I walk inside the booth and find a beat to put my soul on

If he got it out the mud, then why his shoes so clean?

If it's either her or syrup, I'ma choose codeine

My lil' homie bangin' Blood, but he got blues in his jeans

Comin' straight up out the hood where all we do is pull schemes

Tryna hide that I'm in love, said some shit that I ain't mean

I ain't never switchin' up, keep the same routine

Once I run it on you once, I keep the same routine

I just fucked her and her friend, I used the same technique

Never had hoop dreams, my only goal get me and my **** rich

Even if I gave that bitch a loan, I'm still not interested

And I been playin' dumb on 'em, baby, I got plenty sense

Late night conversations, havin' talks with God, I hope He listening

Had to take some long trips on that road to get these Benjamins

All odds against me, I'm still not foldin', I'm not givin' in

Askin' for forgiveness, knowin' damn well I'm gon' sin again

Know damn well I'm gon' spin again, I ain't nowhere close to finishin', yeah

I don't stop, I hit the gas, I'm evadin' arrest

I put the bitch up on them tabs and we had wonderful sex

If he got it out the mud, then why his shoes so clean?

If it's either her or syrup, I'ma choose codeine

My lil' homie bangin' Blood, but he got blues in his jeans

Comin' straight up out the hood where all we do is pull schemes

Tryna hide that I'm in love, said some shit that I ain't mean

I ain't never switchin' up, keep the same routine

Once I run it on you once, I keep the same routine

I just fucked her and her friend, I used the same technique