Copped me a presi', yeah, yeah Straight out the trenches, yeah, yeah My niggas came with me, yeah, yeah The riches, the riches, the riches, yeah Richest nigga out of Zone 6, yeah All of these hoes came with it, yeah Audemars Piguets came with it, yeah,

This is how we do, yeah, chilling, laid back Straight stuntin’ ya we do it like that This is how we do, do do, this is how we do It's no big deal, it's no big deal, it's no big deal This is no big deal This is how we do Sipping on rosé, sipping on sun,

I been messin' around (I been, I been) I'm ready, girl, are you ready? I heard it from a friend who heard it from a friend who I'm hoping that your friend, too, told you about me, too 'Cause I'mma tell you straight up, I been messin' around Yeah, I been

Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah) I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah) You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah) Take a bullet straight through my brain Yes, I would die for ya baby But you won't do the same Gave you all I had

Yeah, yo I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts And see where this takes me, 'Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face right now Yeah, let me explain just how to make greatness Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down

From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) So orchestrated, opponent's heads with this anger So I go straight at opponents' heads with

On the dead locs Blueface baby Yeah, aight, on the dead locs Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I had to wake that bitch up, she was 'sleep on me (wake yo' ass up) Yea aight, look at me now, lil' baby Fuck a nigga talkin' 'bout? Tough on the 'Gram, bet you the .223

When love comes around I'll send the message in a bottle Stormy weather, oh yeah I feel good Oh, here we go Yesterday I saw my love light shine Straight ahead in front of me You never really know

On the dead locs Yeah, aight, on the dead locs That's on the dead locs Blueface, baby, on the dead locs On the dead locs ooh, ooh Finna over bleed this, lil' baby On the dead locs on the dead loc I ain't turnin' down nothing I turn nothing into

I can't even keep 'em all straight Do we mean what we say We got lines crossed all over the place, yeah I can't tell if I'm winning or losing Somebody tell me what are we doing Nobody ever comes out on top Tell me are we ever gonna stop Playing these