Yeah, Why they turn they back on the kid
Why they turn they back then come back when I got rich
Yeah, I just pulled up outside foreign whip
I just pulled up outside told my guys go hit that lick
And to that bitch, I told her I won't forget
I was on her side and I got ties with your, Yeah
Running through these soles, Rocking Balmain
You had turned your back, You can't come back go get your own gang
Yeah, Always stay the same, We not the same
All that shit you got little pocket change
I was taking all these drugs, Hoping that they change shit
I was down bad on my ass, Then I had to lane switch
We was outside chasing bags, Niggas trying to gang shit
I was outside popping tags, Now she trying to main shit
I had to turn my back up on them, Can't hang round the same niggas
Couldn't get my hand on percs, So I'm popping pain killers
Shout out to the drank, I just put that shit all in my liver
Shout out to my shh, Now I got a mink on top my killer
Yeah, Why they turn they back on the kid
Why they turn they back, Then come back when I got rich
Yeah, I just pulled up outside foreign whip
I just pulled up outside, Told my guys go hit that lick
And to that bitch, I told her I won't forget
I was on her side, And I got ties with your, Yeah
And I got ties with her, Yeah
And I got ties with her