Where we were, kinda thing, betcha crawl, all alone Who am I? Rec League, I ain't payin' to ball Y'all B-string like a broke guitar And I still put it down like the family dog Yeah, I murder some, I murder one Explain it all, Ferguson We ain't gotta sing the same old love song Cut a white girl with the same black gloves on Yeah what you saying to it? Old money look new money go do it Make 'em turn around in their lane like a U-ey And I'm only looking back if I'm looking at her booty (At her Booty) What's the rationale? They wanna smoke a niggas when they Black & Mild So we acting out Ok cool Where we were, kinda thing, betcha crawl, all alone Blue dream by the bouquet 'til I'm blue faced on a Tuesday (Can I have some?) #NiggasBeLike Put a plus eighteen on that e-vite And I said what I felt, no re-write Nah nah, they can't hold me June/July, drop something I double dare you, I'm Marc Summers I scorch winters, I burn autumns Gut niggas, so Kurt Vonne Elle Varner, got a crush on her I gotta wait in line for that Ain't nobody got time for that Ain't nobody gotta rhyme with that Too true like 2 Chainz Blue Blood like he both gangs Where we were, kinda thing, betcha crawl, all alone