[Intro: Lexi Yayde & TG Flockaa]
I want you to drunk text me (Elvis, rrah)
Saying you still need me (Gang, gang, gang, Yozora)
Tell me I'm not like her (Rrah)
I made you happier (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
I want you to drunk text me (Gang)
Just empty it all out, please (Gang, gang, gang)
Tell me you fucked this up (Like, what?)
Tell me you're still in love (Gang)
[Verse: TG Flockaa]
Real nigga, always stood on business (I did)
Straight nigga who don't got no feelings
I know I'ma make it 'cause I got the feeling
Them niggas who doubt it, they really gon' feel it (They will)
Lot of niggas really tried to backdoor me (They did)
Think we cool, but this shit never over
I catch you in traffic, I'm runnin' you over
I stay off a Perc', yeah, I never be sober (I don't)
In my feelings, I'm thinkin' 'bout JB (Uh-huh)
Reminiscin', this shit really crazy
Picked you up from your crib on a daily
I got you for life, ain't nobody gon' play me
Before niggas kill me, the judge gotta slay me
'Cause on bro, I'ma catch me a body
And that jail shit not for nobody
Free all my bros that's knocked for the body
Can't lack, no way, gotta keep that
Free Kay Flock, DOA soon be back
On the touchdown, bust down Rollie
I'ma still go and get it even though you don't need that
If she runnin' her mouth, I'ma feed that
Ask where I'm at, I don't know, I'ma be back
I just feel like I'm losin' my mind
I ain't fuckin' with niggas, they know where I be at
Niggas need to take care of they kids, on my dick while I'm doin' the bid
Got locked, I was takin' that risk
I was totin' that chop, why the fuck would I slip?
Don't lack, don't run, don't trip
Smokin' on Notti, he a dick
Dumb lil' nigga should've stayed with his grip
And they know what I'm on when I bend through they strip
Ayo, Kenzo, pass me the gun
Hop out the V, just watch them niggas run
And they know I ain't goin' for nothin'
If you droppin' the 5, then it's up and it's stuck
Like, what? What the fuck? You ain't ever do nothin'
Pop two Percs, and I'm bustin'
Go through the 8, I don't ever see nothin', like
And you don't gotta act for the internet
Boy, you pussy, when you ever bended back?
Same nigga, I ain't ever switch a set
Talk on JB, niggas wishin' for they death
Catch an OY nigga, then he gettin' left
Niggas makin' movies for the internet
Niggas know that we ain't really into that
Bendin' blocks, yeah, we into that
Catch an opp, push his fitted back
When you flock? You ain't did it yet
Smokin' Rah, mix it with the Mex'
On they block with Flock, bro had a TEC
And I'm tired of these fake-ass rappers
Catch 'em in traffic, they be movin' faster
I'ma make it, so why would it matter?
The opps on my dick 'cause I'm smokin' on Cather
Niggas tough when they off them Percs (Like, what?)
Only tough when they off the lean
But this shit ain't really what it seem 'cause I just got a Glock and it came with a beam
I can't wait 'til they run into me
Do 'em like—, leave 'em right on the street
Actin' tough, I'ma knock out your teeth
I ain't duckin' from no one, y'all know where I be
Niggas tough when they off them Percs (Like, what?)
Only tough when they off the lean
But this shit ain't really what it seem 'cause I just got a Glock and it came with a beam
I can't wait 'til they run into me
Do 'em like—, leave 'em right on the street
Actin' tough, I'ma knock out your teeth
I ain't duckin' from no one, y'all know where I be
[Outro: Lexi Yayde & TG Flockaa]
I want you to drunk text me (Like, what? Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Just empty it all out, please (JB gang, Mezzy gang, JayRip gang, Nazzy gang)
Tell me you fucked this up (Like, what? Grrah, grrah, boom)
Tell me you're still in love with me (5th to the Sev, big DOA, like, what?)
I want you to drunk text me
Saying you still need me
Tell me I'm not like her
I made you happier
