[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
1'5, Plug
Lil Dominque
Guess it's all on me

[Verse]
I stayed down, threw the racks in they face
A second fight then the boy turned gay
Want a pack then your ass gotta pay
So much ice, make your wife wanna skate
Give her pipe now the bitch want to lay
One night, now the bitch wanna stay
It's alright I'm good, I'm straight
Take flight bitch, have a nice day
Young n***a move that yay
Molly got her with a tight face
Young n***a fight that case
You coming home, fuck what a judge say
I lost a few to the dirty damn game
So n***as hate, it's a goddamn shame
Bitches wanna fuck for some fame
Do anything for a damn name
Monday, kick shit at Blue Flame
Watch the bitch do her goddamn thing
Throw some many damn dubs in the club
Bitch think she stuck in the goddamn rain
You can do what you want to do
I swear I'm not mad at you
That lean got me losing shit
Shouts out to that jungle juice
My section blew through the roof
Just look what my pinky do
I swear she gon' fuck some'
It ain't got wink at you
Balenciaga loafers
We don't wear no tennis shoes
Catching plays in my linen suit
Smoking gas, my adrenaline boost
These n***as lying, I'm the motherfucking truth
I like controls on the motherfucking coupe
Real killers don't talk just shoot
Bitch I pull up at your motherfuckin' funeral
Throw rocks and hide your hand
I swear that's a faker move
Then drop a dime on a n***a
I swear that's a hater move
Front you a dime, you was up
Now look how the tables move
They're acting like you owe 'em somethin'
Now they won't fuck with you
I live life like I'm damn bulletproof
You smoke mid but we smoke jetfuel
If I move, your ass on the news
Smoke a blunt then blunt, this shit bool
Cocaine [?], looking for the clue
I'm in your spot like I'm damn Freddy Krueger
All n***a want shot with a Ruger
Leave your ass hot like some cooked noodles
I knew some' you never knew
That boy there gon' rat on you
Your hood turn your back on you
That's somethin' I would never do
Taking this down to your man
That's somethin' I would never do
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah look what my bezel do
Balmain, n***a want to have a toast
1'5 shit, n***a I'm the coach
Remember middle school, getting free lunch
Now I got racks, I can buy what I want
Grown man, ain't gotta prove a point
Free my n***a doing time in that joint
They want me to fail so they holding they nuts
But that dog there just is gon' hunt
Police like to mess with you, so don't leave no residue
I swear these n***as soft, just like some baby food
I'm picking n***as off, just like the Navy do
Gotta get it while it's here, 'cause the trap ain't gon' wait on you
Straight glass out the goddamn pot
I whip the Jag off the goddamn lot
I got bands, what you think this a drop
Pressure higher than the goddamn sky
Private jet if a n***a want to fly
I bought a spot but I could've got a yacht
Thumb through the check while a n***a get top
Use the F&N but I could've shot a chopper
Ayy look what I'm telling you ho
Don't let the straps handle you
Keep bad vibes away
'Cause they came to get the best of you
Don't mean he gon' ride for you
Just 'cause he standing right next to you
It's supposed to be bros over hoes
But look how the pussy do
Don't nothin' beat the dope but a triple
If a n***a love sleep he a dreamer
Just pray the loss make me a young winner
Been through it all, been a blessed lil n***a
And I done made it through the motherfucking trenches
Lost a lot of my n***as and I miss 'em
BIP Plug, I mourn Lil Chicky
Tayman you know I love with it
That's how we gon' do this shit
I'ma serve these dummy bricks
If you come for your money back
We gon' give you these counterfeits
Gotta keep one in the head, these n***as love sneaking shit
Ho do anything for dick, they be on that freaky shit
Slick fame, a n***a almost rich
To be the best you gotta go through this shit
If you stretch it then you ain't got faith
Without no pride then you're already dead
Boo caught twenty five in the feds
12 tried to put me on 'bout a play
I told my hood stay solid and [?]
And they rolled with a n***a bike with pegs
Rasheed finna fell in this
Bag it up and I sell that shit
N***as kill over jealousy
So I thirty-three shots in this magazine
Hoes want to vibe in the trap with me
They gon' jump like a trampoline
Bitch look like she come from a TV screen
But maybe a Maybeline
I remember Lil Plug as telling me
Lil bruh we gon' make them folks hate this shit
One day we gon' make this shit
But now I won't see my boy's face again
I hate [?] licks, want a dollar like monopoly
I'm so sick of these clones, they watching and copy me
Hold they nuts and they gossiping
I just wizard and stop that shit
Go tell Lil Plug we be popping shit
VIP, jump the line and shit
Ain't no love for no opposite
Get your ass popped like a Percocet
Gudda Tay on this beat
And we straight out the pot with it
We straight out the pot with it
Plug straight out the pot with it
Domo straight out the pot with it
Yeah, yeah, everybody, out the pot with it
For Jamara bitch, for Jamara bitch
Yeah, yeah