[Prod. by Fresha den tha Greatist]
[Hook 2x]
Me in the present
Me in the past
You was on my dick
Now you on my a**
Heard you talking quick
And tried to call it rap
You know I like to play
But I don't play with that (nah)
[Verse 1]
And that's me on the track
In my car bumping 'pac
In the whip talking black
Giving lip talking back
Not takin' sh** I don't do crap
Not blowing off I don't do smack
I don't dip, I don't do crack
I don't play games
No I ain't with that
She's on top of my lap like she's my Mac
Get her to the room now she on her back
Thanks Tommy Wiseau now it's back to the rap
And from where I'm at
I'll break yo back
Spit too fast call that ASAP
She chokin' and I'm driven'
Keep a low prof, no cops profiling
Steady mobbin' with my crackas 'till my crackas we ridin' ughh
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Finally finished
Got the Lord as my witness
Jehovah
Y'all know bruh
I'm a soldier
Y'all so dumb
There's no one
Who can get close to the flow when it gets going
Only stupid crackas didn't know
You could have it when you go
Too sick to ever get ill
Every time I spit I get chills
Want me to die, I will
Not right now enjoy the thrill
Spit 'till I'm spent got no more rent
But who needs rent when you got good friends
Friends say no cause you know they know
Now you got nothing, sleeping in the cold oh
[Hook 2x]
[Verse 3]
Been two months since I been done
Watched it go, watched it come
Watched the plays start to run
Now expectations of number one
When I started it was just for fun
Now I'm too good, gotta buy a gun
Gotta be a thug
Keep it three hun
Like Attila Attila Attila
Now we talkin' 'bout thugs
Not a k**a, a k**a, a k**a
Or makin' love in a club
Guess who
It's Migos
One guy, three dose
He dies, now we know
Three days later, we comatose
Layin' naked, overdosed