(wahha whoa uh wahha woah oh woahhh wahhaa wahhaa wahhaaa)
I keep coughing out, all these bitches make me sick
That choppa runnin' down, we gone gun him in his shit
All this money all around, I've been bout my bag bout this shit
And I Just copped new "his and hers" I walk around like the shit yuh
Walk like the shit yuh
In this new fit woah
Problems on problems they keep stacking in
You lost yo love for me baby it blew in the wind
And im sorry for all the sad times, that you went through
That You went through
Mixing wock with the tris
I done bought new clips (woah)
Hit my folks up in bitch
I Give my all for this shit
And I keep my heart closed baby you cant come in
All these prescripted drugs that i keep taking in
All i want is yo love, guess it's nonexistent
Bitch we flying high like a dove
Pour that drank, two cups
Dont be mad, she wanna f*ck
Rubber bands for all my bucks
Rubber bands for all my f*cking cheddar
Yea, Big ol' glock sing like his name beretta (ahhh)
And this lying bitch she said that we stuck together (haha)
You better not trust no bitch focus on yo cheddar
And now we back to this back to my regtta
I keep coughing out, all these bitches make me sick (woah woah)
That choppa runnin' down, we gone gun him in his shit (woah woah)
All this money all around, i've been bout my bag bout this shit (bout shit)
Just copped new "his and hers" I walk around like the shit yuh (like this!)
Walk like the shit yuh (uh huh)
In this new fit woah (oh woah)
Problems on problems they keep stacking in (woah woah)
You lost yo love for me baby it blew in the wind (no no)
And im sorry for all the sad times that you went through