Nigga, you do that shit, ayy Rollin' that piff, ayy Put that tool on that chick, ayy State tried to give me eight, I told 'em you do that shit Remember kickin' doors, I knock the screws off that bih Ain't sleeping on that money, I don't snooze on it Ayy,

Xans gon' take you Xans gon' fake you (yeah) Xans don't make you (you) And Xans gon' betray you (what? Yeah) And if I die don't miss me (ayy) I wish that bitch just kiss me (ayy) (You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat) Ooh, I pop a Perc' when I'm

Ride slow (Ayy) Ride slow, like a ghost I'm pullin' up at 3 This car just ain't the same without you here next to me All I wanna do is ride slow (Ayy) We been goin' back and forth, you think I only want sex Of course I want it, look at you but that ain't

Move bitch, a nigga need a little space AyyAyy, damn this beat got bass I been on the fo' block, I been on the A Gun upon my waist like I'm tryna catch a case Stank look on my face, that's too much drugs and drank What you think I do? I buy more drugs and

Dearly departed, from these unmotivated hatin' hoes I'ma drown a nigga in the river of lost souls Your bitch looking at me up and down like an Elder Scroll, ayy! I'ma drown a nigga in the river of lost souls (I'ma, yuh, yuh) I'ma drown a nigga in the

Riding shotty 'cause I got to roll this dope, it's a fast road (skrrt) So, you right Yeah, Gunner AyyAyy, ready to die But I can't I'm too alive Should've killed me when they tried Couldn't see me in the skies When you camouflaged, eating Pad Thai, hahaha I

Ladies and gentlemen All that lil' slick shit, all that lil' fake ass shit Man I be readin' that shit, man Y'all don't really fuck with me, ayy, ayy, ayy You don't really fuck with me So stop actin' like you fuck with me 'Cause I ain't gon' act like I

Ooh-ooh, I don't even know you anymore I won't listen, save the bitchin' This feel different, something's missing I don't even know you anymore I don't even know you anymore, ayy Every time you call, I hit ignore ('Nore) (I don't even know you anymore)

It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit I'm your brother shit, all that other shit It's too late for all that It's too late for all that, ayy Sick of these niggas (sick, sick) Whatever you did, it is what it is And I'm so tired (tired) I fuck with

You been scarred too deep, I can tell I can tell, yeah I can tell Baby what's the hold up I tried to hold it down I ain't worried 'bout you bitch, ayy On foe 'nem Uno said on bro 'nem Love scars, love scars, love scars