I'm back on my vibe again
Niggas tryna be on my side again
Crazy now you an opp 'cause we used to be friends
This check hittin' no my bank, never pend'
Ex-Exes comin' back, I think it's a season
Poppin' tags, think I spend for no reason
Glock hit 'em, better leave his bleeding
Lo-loyalty, niggas don't know the meaning (Oof)
(I don't feel anything)
Fah, fah, gang, Fbee
(It's Ka$hwayz or no ways )
Grrah, grrah, slatt
I'm back on my vibe again
Nigg tryna be on my side again
Crazy, now you an opp 'cause we used to be friends
This check hittin' no my bank, never pend'
Ex-exes comin' back, I think it's a season
Poppin' tags, think I spend for no reason
Glock hit 'em, better leave his bleeding
Lo-loyalty, don't know the meaning (On God)
Told niggas, "Keep up the pace"
They mad, bad comin' my way
And the bags that I attract, they chase
I was fifteen bustin' juggs at Chase (Juggs at Chase)
Ever since I was young, yeah, they said I'd be great
Had to take care of the fam', there was a lot on my plate
Now a up off the music I make
And these bad tryna let me mate (On God)
Re-real deal, I'm too high, no, I can't feel
I-I-I got some that kill for the thrill
I gave shawty some , she ain't ask for no meal
I know you can't be my
I'ma hit one time and it's bye,
Broke her back, now shawty need chiro'
And-and I'm still watching opps like Firehouse (On God)
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