You know I got a pimped up view Yeah, yeah, put up, yeah Drake goin' season with the bootbag Blackjack got a lil' kickback Hottas on my homies, got a glip back You ain't never ever get your bitch back You ain't never ever get your bitch back Lamborghini doors but I lift stars In the fuck around, got a nigga pissed off Nice lil' thot, got it stiff on Get the heist on the hoe, got it stiff on Fuck out that Biden like Tyson, I'm holding still A couple of pills and I got my soul still Break out a split, I go head over heels to these niggas She thinks she the one but to me she ain't that much real I've been drippin' like a god, with her I've been dodgin' all the fly, with her I've been fillin' up garages, with her I gave her love first, but not as good, with her Close your eyes, eyes, eyes I'm bout to slide, slide, slide, with her Wonder why, why, why I stay in the sky, sky, sky, with her Pink Miley let me dance, with her Freestyle, they let me dance, with her Skies blue, it was cinnamon Rolls gold, it was cinnamon Drake goin' season with the bootbag Blackjack got a lil' kickback You ain't never ever get your bitch back You ain't never ever get your bitch back You ain't never ever get your bitch back Fuckin' up my bitch by the chain Want me to jump out the stage I want her death on the edge You know the love ain't cheap You killin' and showin' some proof Already got me juicy Chain different colors like Fuchs I like that hand got the roof I got a chain on my bitches I put some chains on the snitches I focus, I'm back on my mission Flex on a nigga, no apologies Miley all white, doesn't got a meanin' Playin' hockey with the ice in the Major League Thirty-five bitches at the St. Rich Firebats shootin' like Katie Back in the kitchen with the curry Pullin' up Zed, can't hurt me Poundin' up the plane like a serpie Fifty-six night, I was thirty Styrofoam car, seven patient Heard you been talkin' bout the kid Know I done well, that's a flagrant I got eatin' some new bitches C'mon check out how I'm livin' I got me some new drip I ain't got nothin' to do with it I give my bitch to you Is that what she mean to you? Flaco season with the boots back Rat Tag got a lil' kit back Hollas all in, Hollas got a good patch You ain't never ever get your bitch back You ain't never ever get your bitch back You ain't never ever get your bitch back You ain't never ever get your bitch back You ain't never ever get your bitch back Flaco season with the boots back Rat Tag got a lil' kit back Hollas all in, Hollas got a good patch You ain't never ever get your bitch back You ain't never ever get your bitch back You ain't never ever get your bitch back You ain't never ever get your bitch back You ain't never ever get your bitch back Got cruisin' in the deep I twist it up, I got geek Misbehavin' with your freak Can't tell she got teeth I was in her mouth like veneer Start comparin' my career Sittin' in furniture for real Got a Fendi couch for my kids They just wanna plug a n***a weed Tried to half a mil' for the gig Middle fingers up, fuck the pig Diamonds fallin' off, but let me jig Never fallin' off, but never quit I retire cookin' up a brick Certified n***a, I had six Who was rappin' diamonds in the zone I was chargin' ten for the strong Keep on goin' in on the song Keep it effin' in at your home Lesson learned that we movin' on Downtown Atlanta, I was born