I never choke, shawty do that with her throat

Yo bitch want the d, no offense

I′m on a roll, said she had drive for the smokeWon't wait for that lil bitch again

But that was the past, ′hunnid of them shooters gon blast

Your future get way too intense

The present go fast, just like my patience, lil pussy

Don't jack that we was ever friends when I get to the Benz

The Jag, SRT, DDG

Moonwalk thru calabasas with all them blue faces

The 50's adjacent

NY to NJ, keep your two cents, shit changing

I met many men, too many was two faced

Still got the keys like Alicia on new days

Thought ya had me read, blood gon shine like a ruby

Gang eating, still light yo ass up on a Tuesday

Getting rid of you

Bet′ not let me find out where your crew stay

My niggas spraying shit far from Bob Boucher

My money exquisite, not cream, it′s crème brûlée

Broski got booked fucking round with them toolies

While I was in class, stressing bout different due dates

Now I rack it up in the north like it's Kuwait

Lil bitch throwing sugar, I make my own Kool Aid

Miss me with that other shit

You got it fucked up if you thought I was missin′ you

Ion want none of it

All that fake love, shit don't even feel real to you

Asking my government

Throw that on the list of the shit I ain′t giving you

Do this for gang, making all my bros rich

And the rest of ya cut, we gon flex these residuals

Miss me with that other shit

You got it fucked up if you thought I was missin' you

Ion want none of it

All that fake love, shit don′t even feel real to you

Asking my government

Throw that on the list of the shit I ain't giving you

Do this for gang, making all my bros rich

And the rest of ya cut, we gon flex these residuals

Getting my bands up

You sorry, don't stand up

Ain′t a fan of your comedy

I give a lot of me

I don′t want maybes and probablys

I'm way too used to hypocrisy

More than I should be

But you know how the hood be

All tryna be where the goods be

Trapped on the corner, you know, where the rooks be

I made a move, now I feel like the king piece

A blessing my mama made it through the 60′s

She was still young tho, she sat where the kids eat

Last year's November she made it to 60

I′m tryna tell her, the world finna feel me

Xaye Rowe 2Ahunnid

And I won't stop grindin′ for nothin'

Cause all of them thought I ain't serious

Going from bussin these tables, bro bussing these shots

Til′ we buzzin, it′s quiet, ain't hearing it

Miss me with that other shit

You got it fucked up if you thought I was missin′ you

Ion want none of it

All that fake love, shit don't even feel real to you

Asking my government

Throw that on the list of the shit I ain′t giving you

Do this for gang, making all my bros rich

And the rest of ya cut, we gon flex these residuals

Miss me with that other shit

You got it fucked up if you thought I was missin' you

Ion want none of it

All that fake love, shit don′t even feel real to you

Asking my government

Throw that on the list of the shit I ain't giving you

Do this for gang, making all my bros rich

And the rest of ya cut, we gon flex these residuals

Flex, flex

You got it fucked up if you thought I was missin' you

Ion want none of it

All that fake love, shit don′t even feel real to you

Asking my government