I'm thinkin', "How in the fuck could you play with me, I'm the one that put you on?"
She wanna sit down and play my songs
Mind games, my mind blown
She just wanna feel famous when she take pictures in my home
Sittin' back, blowin' on strong
Callin' my daughter on the phone
She like "When you coming home?"
And my bitch wanna know when I'm coming home
It's a couple things that I don't know
All I know is I been wrong
In a Beamer, I ain't goin' slow
Finna put that bitch on the road
Switch on the Glock with a .50 on it, yeah, fuck it, I might go rogue
He got a headshot, he on the floor
They be like "Get him, can't get 'em, like why the fuck I don't hit 'em?"
Don't speak on the G.O.A.T
He went from bitchin' to twitchin, I got that lil' nigga gone
I'm on a perky, I'm itchin', I'm itchin', I'm itchin', I'm itchin', I'm feeling alone
Choppa hit 'em and his bitch, get to flippin', I can't make no more songs
I'm smilin', the illest, I'm spittin', it's written in stone
I'm kiddin', not kiddin', oh
She get on her knees and blow
The Jag I'ma steeze, like jeez Louise
The car had no keys and I'm gone
They wanna count me out
I been keepin' it real but they wanna play me like I'm wrong
Compared to yo bankin' accountant, I been gettin' a bigger amount nigga off a song
And it ain't the fact that you switched nigga, its the way that shit came off
You get hit in the head if you've been with 'em
Guarantee that shit wont stay off
New racks I'm making a lot
Brand new Jag, take it off the lot
New ARP but I'm totin' a Glock
I'm going out like a G.O.A.T if the feds try to hit the spot
I bet you ain't that nigga, take his spot
Bitch, I'm going fed', I do it a lot
He hit in the head if he be with the Opps
(You know? Sometimes I feel like a G.O.A.T)
(My daughter be playin' my music she look at me like, on everything "You going crazy")
(Shittin' on all my Opps)
I'm thinkin', "How in the fuck could you play with me, I'm the one that put you on?"
She wanna sit down and play my songs
Mind games, my mind blown
She just wanna feel famous when she take pictures in my home
Sittin' back, blowin' on strong
Callin' my daughter on the phone
She like "When you coming home?"
And my bitch wanna know when I'm coming home
It's a couple things that I don't know
All I know is I been wrong
In a Beamer, I ain't goin' slow
Finna put that bitch on the road (Road)