Shots came, I don't know where they was sent from. Probably some bad hoes I'm bouta take the hint from
The game got these old handprints on it, but Imma be the one to pour cement on it.
My ex ask me where I'm moving I said 'On to better things.'
Me, my niggas and some Madonna hoes that look just like virgins but trust they down to go.
Every time you see me I look like I hit the lotto twice.
I've always treated my city like some shoulder pads.