Yeah, yeah
1'5, Plug
Lil Dominque
Guess it's all on me

I stayed down, threw the racks in they face
A second fight then the boy turned gay
Want a pack then your ass gotta pay
So much ice, make your wife wanna skate
Give her pipe now the bitch want to lay
One night, now the bitch wanna stay
It's alright I'm good, I'm straight
Take flight bitch, have a nice day
Young nigga move that yay
Molly got her with a tight face
Young nigga fight that case
You coming home, fuck what a judge say
I lost a few to the dirty damn game
So niggas hate, it's a goddamn shame
Bitches wanna fuck for some fame
Do anything for a damn name
Monday, kick shit at Blue Flame
Watch the bitch do her goddamn thing
Throw some many damn dubs in the club
Bitch think she stuck in the goddamn rain
You can do what you want to do
I swear I'm not mad at you
That lean got me losing shit
Shouts out to that jungle juice
My section blew through the roof
Just look what my pinky do
I swear she gon' fuck some'
It ain't got wink at you
Balenciaga loafers
We don't wear no tennis shoes
Catching plays in my linen suit
Smoking gas, my adrenaline boost
These niggas lying, I'm the motherfucking truth
I like controls on the motherfucking coupe
Real killers don't talk just shoot
Bitch I pull up at your motherfuckin' funeral
Throw rocks and hide your hand
I swear that's a faker move
Then drop a dime on a nigga
I swear that's a hater move
Front you a dime, you was up
Now look how the tables move
They're acting like you owe 'em somethin'
Now they won't fuck with you
I live life like I'm damn bulletproof
You smoke mid but we smoke jetfuel
If I move, your ass on the news
Smoke a blunt then blunt, this shit bool
Cocaine [?], looking for the clue
I'm in your spot like I'm damn Freddy Krueger
All nigga want shot with a Ruger
Leave your ass hot like some cooked noodles
I knew some' you never knew
That boy there gon' rat on you
Your hood turn your back on you
That's somethin' I would never do
Taking this down to your man
That's somethin' I would never do
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeah look what my bezel do
Balmain, nigga want to have a toast
1'5 shit, nigga I'm the coach
Remember middle school, getting free lunch
Now I got racks, I can buy what I want
Grown man, ain't gotta prove a point
Free my nigga doing time in that joint
They want me to fail so they holding they nuts
But that dog there just is gon' hunt
Police like to mess with you, so don't leave no residue
I swear these niggas soft, just like some baby food
I'm picking niggas off, just like the Navy do
Gotta get it while it's here, 'cause the trap ain't gon' wait on you
Straight glass out the goddamn pot
I whip the Jag off the goddamn lot
I got bands, what you think this a drop
Pressure higher than the goddamn sky
Private jet if a nigga want to fly
I bought a spot but I could've got a yacht
Thumb through the check while a nigga get top
Use the F