Tell me who you call

When you need some sex now

Know it ain’t me

And that shit got me stressed out

Heard you been poppin yo shit

Oh girl you tryna flex now

Don’t matter to me

Cause that nigga you be wit

Ain’t leaving it stretched out

Single I think I should

Search for serenity

My GPS must be broke

It keep leading me to the Hennessy

She probably thought

I would chase her

But she ain’t no paper

Can’t give her that energy

Spending my nights in the studio

Drugs and these beats

Keep on getting the best of me

Locking in to my zone

Shawty ain’t stopping shit

Im on go

Say you for the streets

And I’m back on road

Shang tsung on bitches

Imma snatch they souls

Niggas stealing swag

It’s attack of the clones

Got me thinking bout the city

Need a trip back home

Got a couple women

Texting on this lil black phone

Know I’m trying hit ‘em

When I’m in that zone



That humble shit

I had enough of it

How you know me

But don’t know my government

In the trenches wit slimes

We be slithering

Don’t be asking me shit

Bout my brethren

When it comes to them checks

We gon run it in

Know the opps don’t want smoke

They be ducking it

Walk the streets with my heater

I’m tucking it

If I run into beef then I’m upping it


Know that I’m upping that heat

If I run to ya baby father

Know he ain’t like what ya told him

Bout spending the night

When you came to condo

You know I don’t care

What he feel

But the strap it’ll peel

If that nigga want problems

Unless you want tatts of a tear

I hope you in his ear

Bout how we can solve it

Cause I can’t leave you alone

Got me in the studio

Singing these songs

Know the shit we doing

Is oh so wrong

But how they gon check us

When we both so grown

Telling you know

The feeling you giving is ecstasy

I don’t want nobody else

Baby just you leaving next to me

So tell me what I gotta do girl

Aye tell me that I can come thru girl

Aye tell me that you in that mood girl

Cause you know I know what to do girl


That humble shit

I had enough of it

How you know me

But don’t know my government

In the trenches wit slimes

We be slithering

Don’t be asking me shit

Bout my brethren

When it comes to them checks

We gon run it in

Know the opps don’t want smoke

They be ducking it

Walk the streets with my heater

I’m tucking it

If I run into beef then I’m upping it