I'm tryna stay out of trouble, they keep on bringin' me up
I'm finna be like a hour, just find you a spot to pull in and park up (Okay)
I got a driver for sixty a hour who don't charge to smoke in the truck
I know a zoe who from Broward with perms in his mouth that do not give a fuck
I got a gun in the couch on the counter, I'll send you the pin to pull up
I'm finna buck on the bouncer, he doin' a lot for a job that's not payin' enough
This nigga playing too much
I'm not the two, I'm the one you do not wanna try
I'm tryna keep my composure, but she talkin' crazy and I'm seein' red out the eye
He wanna talk for some closure, I told him it's over
It's nothin' for us to discuss
Before I pull, call the owner and tell him I'm comin'
So he can make sure I'm set up
Told her if she got an issue, then she should confront me
You don't wanna keep it pent up
Download the song to Serato and fuck wit' the tempo
'Cause I'm tryna hear it sped up
Look how my wallet swell up
This nigga bitchin', I'm tellin' him, "Shut the hell up"
They askin' me when I'm droppin'
The music is ready, the label is holdin' me up
Hater not slowin' me up
He hand me bread at the club and I'm throwin' it up
He mad that I'm runnin' late, just be glad that I'm comin'
Be grateful I'm still showin' up (Go, go)
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