What is this I heard you got a new miss Just broke up so You know that i'm pissed They say you're faithful I don't believe that shit, oh no oh no Oh i tried to act like i don't care But it doesn't seem fair You're so good to her And i tried to pretend i don't see All the things that you do You couldn't do for me I was in love wit ya What the hell wit ya Cause you didn't wanna Treat me right I was in love wit ya What the hell wit ya Cause you didn't wanna Treat me right Now you got another girl in yo life Giving her love all day all night I was in love wit ya What the hell wit ya Cause you didn't wanna Treat me right So i hear I met the wench before (Yeah i remember that time We went to pizza hut And you told me she Was your cousin) I hear you learned to open doors (When did you become such a damn gentlemen) Oh i tried to act like i don't care But it doesn't seem fair Your so good to her And i tried to pretend that i didn't see All the things that you do You couldn't do for me I was in love wit ya What the hell wit ya Cause you didn't wanna Treat me right I was in love wit ya What the hell wit ya Cause you didn't wanna Treat me right Now you got another girl in your life Giving her live all day all night I was in love wit ya What the hell wit ya Cause ya dont wanna Treat me right What does she do to you To make you give her everything Like you never did for me Call it jealousy But it's killing me Cause all that time When you were mine You didn't treat me right No no, no you didn't treat me right No no no I was in love wit ya What the hell wit ya Cause you didn't wanna Treat me right (treat me right) I was in love wit ya What the hell wit ya Cause you didn't wanna Treat me right Now you got another girl in yo life Giving her love all day all night I was in love wit ya What the hell wit ya Cause you didn't wanna Treat me right I was in love I, I was in love wit ya What the hell wit ya Cause you didn't wanna Treat me right You didn't want to treat me right All day and night What the hell wit ya

Yeah Uh-huh Cash Davis on the beat, yeah Reminiscin', sat in county a week, was in there chillin' How the fuck I ain't end up in there when we was really drillin'? Can't afford to take a loss again, I know the feeling Damn, why the fuck you always in your feelings? I been bangin' with Wopskino fair since we was children They killed Tracey that same night when we was out there chillin' I started rappin', how the fuck I end up with some millions? Me and Cap was sippin' drip like we ain't have no ceilings Nigga, Max was on them hits, so he couldn't have no feelings All them bitches under his belt and ain't got no civilians Just like eeny, miney, moe, he hop out right there, get 'em Damn, how you know? 'Cause I was right there with him If I'm in interrogations, I'ma claim my innocence I won't pay you back with vengeance, kill you, count these Benjamins Spittin' similes, foenem listenin', knockin' out they sentences Labels tryna meet me 'bout, uh, handle with due diligence Go'n and raise your hand, went to war with no limit Don't see too many, we militant Had that new foreign, bent the wheel on it Park it in mama garage and just chill in it Got bullet holes in it, who been in it? Tint it, be right back in a minute Niggas hearin' stories, they thinkin' we finished Next day, we was back out on business Got nothin' to prove, I'm just reflectin', God be my witness Don't disrespect 'cause I'll wet you and won't seek forgiveness The world really wanna know just how I'm livin' Gave it to 'em raw, so now I'm one of the realest And I still got the same killers rollin' with me Got my Glock, I'm playin' Nip, feel like a Rollin' 60 I already mentioned Duwop, I still roll with 60 Still got a temper, lose control, you would think I roll with Missy Niggas still mad, they pissy Know my block sad, they miss me Mama always said I'd be ridin' with heat So every time I slide, gotta kiss me Lil' bitch mad I bought wifey a Patek Ain't even gonna buy her some Tiffany I won't never let 'em catch me slippin' (uh-uh) So I'm ridin' with it (ridin') Yeah, I'm ridin' with it (ridin' with it) Gotta ride with it (ridin') Fightin' cases and shit, I still gotta ride with it (ridin') Yeah, I'm ridin' with it (ridin' with it) I'm still ridin' with it (ridin') I'ma die for this shit (grrt) And I love my hood, but you think I'ma die for this shit? (What?) All the niggas already died for this shit? Candlelights, niggas sneak diss on me, out there cryin' and shit All these bitches talkin' 'bout they love me, out there lyin' and shit Keep my heat, I don't like surprises And I see the envy all in your eyes, shit Devil in disguise want me to meet my demise Ain't no love in this shit Niggas watched me starve all in this shit Now I'm eatin', nigga say they hungry, got low carbs in all this shit Give no fuck, nigga, suck my dick You wouldn't be hittin' me if I wasn't rich Miles away, be hearin' this Then I come back 'round and niggas don't say shit 'Cause I ain't no bitch You wasn't ridin' 'round with them licks tryna get your lick back When this shit crack and see an opp It feel like Christmas, nigga finna gift wrap him And I spent so much stackin' this shit, I forgotten it Hit the A, they love me, I feel like I'm Dominique (Wilkins) Did some Louis kicks, I mixed the Virgil top with it (killed 'em) Urus truck, I copped the whip, then slut, your bop in it (swervin') So I'm ridin' with it (ridin') Yeah, I'm ridin' with it (ridin' with it) Gotta ride with it (ridin') Fightin' cases and shit, I still gotta ride with it (ridin') Yeah, I'm ridin' with it (ridin' with it) I'm still ridin' with it (ridin') I'ma die for this shit

Grrah-grrah Grrah-grrah Maari Grrah-grrah Grrah Bitch, it's deeper than rap You niggas cap, and that shit is wack, like No, I can't beef with a rat Smokin' on Blay, JB got packed, like Bitch, it's deeper than rap You niggas cap, and that shit is wack, like No, I can't beef with a rat Smokin' on Blay, JB got packed, like I see Dougie, on bro, I'ma throw Catch Kay Flock, get beat with the pole I see Notti and Gotti, get low Don't try to bluff when we shoot through the coat Diddy died, he got hit in the toe AR-15, that bitch came with a scope Noah got stomped like Smelly got poked BigDieRey, fuck O to the O, like I told brodie, "Don't run, don't trip" I got a chop, wanna see how it kick? See a crip and I dump out the whip He runnin' from shots, he better not trip I heard they spinnin', that car getting flipped Bitch is a smoochie, spit on the dick Don't try to run, got a beam on the blick Milly got beat, he got hit with a stick Catch Kay, get plucked like Skelly JB got shot and got left by the deli Smokin' on Blay, two poles, I'm deady Hollows gon' rip through his neck and his belly We got chops then blitzin' the Telly That bitch is a smooch, no, she not a wetty We could link if it's war, then be ready That bitch is a thot when I back out the Henny, like I'm with Gunna, don't fuck with the Munna's BigDieRey, catch an O, I'ma blow Got it on me, I'm feelin like Stunna Bend through, hop out, don't get boomed, like I'm with Gunna, bet he stay in tune Catch B Lovee, get swept like broom It's a party, we smokin' on Goon Lil Gotti, call thotty, she shakin' the room, like Let him run if he fast on his feet Beam on the gun, leave him right on the scene Says there's a opp right there, I tell brodie, "Just creep" Beam on his head, he looked dead and deceased Opp thot smoochie, that bitch a treesh Come in correct if you tryna' compete Don't try to bluff, don't shoot up the V Blay got back, JB on a tee, like Bro said, "How many punches you got?", like I got one and like three in a box If you my muddy, for him, you get dropped, like If we miss 'em, we spinnin' the block BigDieRey, bitch, every O shot Bendin' close when it's shoot or get shot I don't want her, that bitch is a thot Lil Gotti, call thotty, but she still an opp He stay running like gunt 16 dead opps, unlimited blunts Don't try to front, they know I'm the one We on a drill, I ain't passin' the gun His cab, who that? We see him and dump Throw up an O, he get beat and get left That bitch a smooch, she come for the rump Smokin' on Blay, 3P in that runtz He talkin' hot, leave him right in a dump I got like UE, Budda in this blunt Don't got a gun, get poled, get gunned I might just hit him if he try to front Hollows gon' hit him, leave a nigga slumped Opp thot smoochie, come for the rump Catch Lil Bouba, put him in a trunk Chop go, "Grrah", we see 'em, they run We see 'em, they run Grrah-grrah Maari