Intro
Yeah, yeah
Probably never coming back back
Probably never coming back back, (Ivan the Producer)
Chorus
I'm tryna wake up leaning with two sexy bad b*tches with me
If I'm lying then I'm flying, prosecutor tryna get me
I had to break up with my b*tches cause I started feeling empty
All these new hoes, I would f*ck em if she let me
X2
Verse 1
He want war n*gga come and try it
He a boss but that n*gga lying
Got these drugs taking over me
Imma pour it till I'm dying
Nightmares feds picked me up
Had a dream in the Bentley Truck
Lil bags wasn't big enough
Famous Dex I had to pick it up
Cash blue, but I left that b*tch on read
Pass through, I heard n*ggas want my head
Five Deuce, free my n*ggas out the Feds
Black & blue, I'm abusing all these meds
Chorus x2
Verse 2
You can get whatever you like
If you show me that you're ready to ride
I f*cked up and you was letting it slide
Know your body when you let me inside
Give me a reason
Why these n*ggas switched up on me?
Long as I'm breathing
If my brother need me he can call
Chorus x2
Verse 3
Remember sitting in the trap tryna flip a rack
Never looked back
Till the police raided, yeah the police came in
I don't ever have to cap, ain't no going back
Once a n*gga rat
n*gga wrote a statement, helped the police slay me
Remember sitting in the trap tryna flip a rack
Never looked back
Till the police raided, yeah the police came in
I don't ever have to cap, ain't no going back
Once a n*gga rat
n*gga wrote a statement, helped the police slay me
Outro