[chorus]
I just wanna say, "hi" back to bitches, i′m talkin'
Drown out pieces when i give a n*gga clothesline
And my shit on gridlock, all my bitches tip-top
She didn′t wanna fuck with me until she saw my shit pop
N*gga, i pop shit
N*gga, i got bad luck
And keep that mac tucked
N*gga, i got bad luck
[verse 1]
I've been on my business, hopin' i could kill it
I don′t fuck n*gga
And i feel like i died when these labels fuckin′ get me
Gave your bitch a hickey back in the existence
I don't have no regrets for the shit i did
Ask your favorite rapper how much the label spent
Five million for him to ask a n*gga, and that was it
Now he a broke-ass lame n*gga with his pennies spent
I would laugh, this shit ain′t cool
When these n*ggas ain't havin′ issues
[verse 2]
It's only last year i met my brother christian
And my old friends turned to opps, i gotta keep a pistol
I met some crazy n*ggas, need some fuckin′ tissues
Baby, hope you read this, 'cause i know you need this
Baby, you wanna talk about it, n*gga, i don't speak this
I know some troops that′ll go ahead and go get a n*gga
I hope you′re ready to die behind your damn twitter, n*gga
[chorus]
I just wanna say, "hi" back to bitches, i′m talkin'
Drown out pieces when i give a n*gga clothesline
And my shit on gridlock, all my bitches tip-top
She didn′t wanna fuck with me until she saw my shit pop
N*gga, i pop shit
N*gga, i got bad luck
And keep that mac tucked
N*gga, i got bad luck