I want a chain, bet I'm stealin' it
The more that you call, I ain't feelin' it
I wanna, ayy
Ayy
I gave a s**r the best of me
Ayy, ayy
I gave a s**r the best of me
I gave a good hoe what's left of me
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy
I gave a s**r the best of me
I gave a good hoe what's left of me
She wish she had a lean recipe
Crash out in SoHo, I wake up in Beverly
I want a chain, bet I'm stealin' it
The more that you call me, the more I ain't feelin' it
I got a problem remembering
Back on them bars like I'm waitin' for sentencin'
SVI Range at the residence
Woke up the neighbors, they think I be sellin' shit
And my b**h just found me a better b**h
If her watch all Vs, she a veteran
Trackhawk cost two cheap foreigns
Free Slime, I'ma still drink for 'em (Taurus)
I'm paid, but this shit gettin' borin'
My son, I ain't leavin' like it's new Rick Owens
Shit, what, ayy
Hunnid thousand time teller and it's all rose
She'll show it, she'll sell it and I'm all for it
Just pray my brothers never get jealous
'Cause n**a what's mine yours
She too pretty to be that Balenci' b**h
I ain't got time for it
She too pretty to be that, uh, b**h
I ain't got time for it
Trackhawk, stomp the gas
She got whiplash
Bust a Presi', bet it make her old n**a mad
Trackhawk, stomp the gas
She got whiplash
Bust a Presi', bet it make her old n**a mad
I boss up a city girl, call me Tune Vert
Haha
Ayy, ayy
I boss up a city girl, call me Tune Vert
Pay the refs, and place a bet that's how the game work
