(Verse 1)
Girls have me f*cking up my reflex
I reel up then I refocus
Caught five of them, then I caught another three
Buss them up blood up the whole community
Hustling with my grinders and my fugitives
Aint nobody have time for no excuses, no
Baby mama tripping off my new b*tch
New b*tch tripping bout my baby mama
Gotta smoke some week i’ll be stressin (stressin)
Gotta smoke some week i’ll be stressin (stressin)
The homie gonna leave cause he’s stressin
Gotta smoke some week i’ll be stressin (stressin)
Tired of what they playing on the radio
I just bout these dealers have got dirt on them