Music: Adam Kirkman/Christopher Golson
If l could get my shit together, got too many to fuc
I see them, I pull up, they hop in the truck
I'm stealing your niggas, when I talk, they blushi
Marino infantry, my niggas I trus
I walk in the club, the cameras start clicking
Razor my finger like Michael Scott Pippin
Blood on my city like a mini Cal Ripken
I'm on a diet, can't eat no more chicken
I ****ed a spider, I need some more bitche
You outta line, lil bitch mind your busines
You hoes gonna witness perfect attendance
Hoe gone pay a visit, people pay attention
Hold niggas, when she naked get up on m
I leave her legal tender, not a tenderoni
Ghostface kill ya like I'm pretty Tony
Mac on macaroon, told her suck it slowly
I don't need no kid from the bitch
I just want the head from the bitch
I'mma need the digits from the bitch
Aka the bread from the bitch
I'mma leave a watch on the bowl
Bust down, V's on my hoe
Whole lotta V's on my clothes
Live alone, die alone
I hit it then dead her
Coldgame vendetta
13 for the sweater
Hit once, then forget her
Duh, forget her
Niggas, whateve
Bring me beretta, I'm with the action
She get it wet when I touch her
Diamonds they dancing like usher
If l could get my shit together, got too many to fuc
I see them, I pull up, they hop in the truck
I'm stealing your niggas, when I talk, they blushi
Marino infantry, my niggas I trus
I walk in the club, the cameras start clicking
Razor my finger like Michael Scott Pippin
Blood on my city like a mini Cal Ripken
I'm on a diet, can't eat no more chicken