Shake my hand and look up and shit And they look me in my eyes, you know what I'm sayin'? The guy still ain't be on me I'm tryna screech some cautious Some of my old ****** cross me I'm like, damn, you done lost me Third round, make him back up off me Shit, they say love, I ain't love shit Really startin' to hate love, yeah Fuck with me for beneficial reasons That's the shit you call fake love, yeah Little bitch lucky Now my ex-bitch wanna fuck me Now my side-bitch tryna buck me Hoes tryna bash me like I'm nothin' I got rappers tryna diss me Family members and they feelin' I might come through like I'm Weezy In the drops, no ceiling Yeah, I know what you heard I'm straighter than the perrin' So quit all that jokin', lil' ***** This ain't no Friday, come in like Wyrm Pull up and smoke me a ***** I went and got me some money, that's mandatory I grant it, 41 handed to me Just countin' 200, I feel employed I don't start shit, I finish story I got all these ****** hatin' me Bitches that diss me tryna date me I heard my ***** wanna ace me Yeah, cause that bitch tryna face me Damn, feds tryna case me Tie me to Murders