Intro

Yeah, your partner gone

It's time to slide

You still postin' sad pictures

Your partner gone it's time to

You still postin'

Aight, you still postin'

Aight

Your partner gone

It's time to slide

You still postin' sad pictures

Ride the way I do, nigga

You can't do it, because my bag different

We got the same shirt, but one ain't real

'Cause the tag different

Just try me like I'm sweet, I catch that kill

And I'm gon' laugh with it

Shot myself a spazz and find that RPs in that bag, really?

I draw that mask put your dumb ass in that bag, silly

My bitch bad as hell, she badass, got no rap for billy

Want your ass to know, I don't feel you

And I ain't smellin' you

Bitch, I got bags but all cash, stash

I ain't no felon

Try switch you down and snatch you up

And pop your watermelon

Can't swim without it

Punch a nigga down, now his whole head was swellin'

Shit, I miss Roland, got an eyeball on the west

And for that five now his ass trollin'

Told my cousin, they spend a crib this way

Spendin', all that shit was gone

I know he mad, but he looked up smilin'

Said, lil cuz, I know it

Promise myself that I pop out first

And be the first one blown'

See the blow up with this rap shit

I'm the first to blow my gun

I told my mama, I'm a lost sucka you raised his son

Smokin' dead house with desire

This shit startin' to hurt my lung

Your nigga know this shit gon' blow

Nigga know this shit gon' bump

She won't give me none

She catch an attitude it ain't done

Go on, it's time to slide

You still postin' sad pictures

Ride the way I do, nigga

You can't do it because my bag different

We got the same shirt, but one ain't real

'Cause the tag different