My n***as always wildin’, you get thirty shots
Put one in your head, you twirl, we call ‘em robo-cops
That n***a fraudulent, he switched up for a groupie thot
You play with us, we poppin’ off, we rock your fucking block
He gon’ do it when i say he off the perc
But lean finessed him for a quarter off the ceiling, had to spray the scene
You gon’ hit my line, [?] my plug on [?]
Red all on his face, i paint the picture like it’s Maybelline
Trust a n***a, i cannot
Trust these bitches, i will not
Love a n***a, i cannot
Tell on him? i’d rather die
Trust a n***a, i cannot
Trust these bitches, i will not
Love a n***a, i cannot
Tell on him? i’d rather die