Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I feel like Barry in his prime
Jump in the game early, was ahead of my time
Bitch, suck me up at seven, so they head was on time
Young dawg like that Drake, he bust a head just for lines
Opp ass **** throwin' shots and that's fine
I just hope that they don't duck when I get to throwin' mine
Shot a **** in the stomach and the bullets hit his spine
Shout out to my brother, Birdy, that's my motherfuckin' slide
This bitch here really cute, but I'ma treat her like a dime
'Cause she hit the road for me, bring that cheese back on time
In the trap gone chicken while I am looking through the blinds
**** said that he was from this zone, how you switchin' sides?
[Verse 2]
Ay, you **** better not cross me
Shit, you might as well off me
'Cause if I catch your ass slippin', I'ma off you (Bitch)
Put some cheese on your head, I just bought you
**** better not cross me
Shit, you might as well off me
'Cause if I catch your ass slippin', I'ma off you
Put some cheese on your head, I just bought you
[Verse 3]
I can't miss the Wayne, no I can't miss the train
I been through the rain, now it's time for sunny days
Free my ****, Amos, 'cause this shit ain't been the same
I just might sign a deal, get my **** out the game
'Cause half our **** bang, the rest are moving cane
Our hoes and Mary Jane, the rest looked in the cage
Can't hang with the gang, the mob is the same
We thirty deep in VIP, spillin' Ace of Spades
Grindin' hundred eighty days, I'm staying in my lane
I am writing about myself, so there's nobody to blame
We do it for the daze, I ain't have a thing
How the fuck is you a Blood? Ain't seven mile haze
[Verse 4]
Ay, you **** better not cross me
Shit, you might as well off me
'Cause if I catch your ass slippin', I'ma off you (Bitch)
Put some cheese on your head, I just bought you
**** better not cross me
Shit, you might as well off me
'Cause if I catch your ass slippin', I'ma offer you (Bitch)
Put some cheese on your head, I just bought you
[Verse 5]
A whole year passin', I'm still in my bag
Police wrote me a ticket, and I'm still droppin' facts
Should be a shame of yourself for fuckin' up that bag
Couldn't have did that shit to us, we would've then smoked your ass
My best friend turned into a snake
That bowl of ramen noodles turned into a steak
Do everything big 'cause I always have faith
Feds watchin' everybody tryna build a case
Two shooters with me and I call them Steff and Clay
Them Perc is kickin' in and I can see it in they face
Hit 'em with the different kind of drugs, call it cool, Drake
They hit me with the taste and told me meet them in LA
Written by: Chancelor Bennett, Ed Sheeran, Fred Gibson, Rakim Allen
