F*ck yo op-ed
My niggas some hotheads
Turning out yo lights like we ComEd
Powerbomb yo bitch like I'm Ahmed
Had to leave that lil bitch alone, she a pothead
Couple niggas tried to bury me, I am not dead
Act like I don't get bread
Act like she ain't tongue you down after giving me head
Act like we ain't been here, act like we ain't still here
Act like all that silly talk might not get you kilt here
Act like you don't lurk up on my page tryna steal the wave
Act like niggas said they wasn't on that, but you still afraid
Act like you was down for the fade and ain't run away
Act like you was really f*cking with us and ain't throw no shade
The floor hot lava, the floor hot lava
This shit hot java, this shit hot java
Shoot at yo driver, shoot at yo driver
And watch that bitch flip over
I guess that yo trip over, now watch as I skip over
My cup ain't even tip over, hop back in the Range Rover
My blunt got a strange odor
This is not a flame thrower
You see them underground kings just know yo reign is over
All this time I've been waiting on you
What do you say
What do you say
Had me so lost in the dark, I can't hear you
There you are right by my side, yea I feel you
Nothing else can quite compare when I'm near you
Everything else disappears when I'm near you
Tell me if you're ridin
I know that you're vibin
Tell me if you're ridin
I know that you're vibin
Tell me if you're ridin
I know that you're vibin
Tell me if you're ridin
I know that you're vibe