We don't fight fair Don't pretend you ever forgot about me With smiles on our faces We're dropped and well concealed In secret places (We don't fight fair) We do it in the dark Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee? Style your wake for fashion

We don't fight fair Don't pretend you ever forgot about me With smiles on our faces We're dropped and well concealed In secret places (We don't fight fair) We do it in the dark Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee? Style your wake for fashion

All I want from you is drug sex Run it up and never go back (Go back) Tell me why the fuck you mad though? (Mad though) I ain't that used to getting mad dough (Mad dough) I dropped forty pointers on your ass, ho (Ass, ho) Forty pointers on your ho-ass

I didn't see no speedbump (stop playin', yo, ayy) I T'd off (hit it, yeah) Dropped the top and screeched off (skrrt, hey) They-they ticked off (they mad, ticked off) They ticked off (my bad, woo) We T'd up (T'd up, no) I T'd up (woo, woo) I'm T'd up

It's wartime everytime It's wartime everytime, small talk everytime It's my favorite chloroform Friction wound Took her in Dropped a line Turned me on

Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt) Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what) You a little man (little, huh) Your money getting shorter (shorter) My bitch from 'cross the water (bitch) Teach you how to count it

I been doing me on the daily You can get mad that I made it You ain't know the work I put in Check my profile and they hit me I be makin' magic on the daily Ye-ah-ha-ha-ha With the top dropped down with your lady? (skrr, skrr, hey) Hit the club,

Racks up, racks up Semi, semi, keep it tucked Bad bitch, bubble butt High school sellin' beans Dropped out now I'm rich Flexin' 'til I'm 66 Pullin' up, Bentley truck

Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit, one shit All my niggas wanna do is pop style, pop style Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it Got so many

Give it up, hey! I dropped the bomb Did I take your bomb? That's shock and awe I run, I write, I rock I ran that's right, I run I write, I rock, I ran, I'm sayin' Bang bang, baby, break yourself Lose control when I take the world