Damn

Picture all the possibilities
Sounds like a love song
Sounds like a love song
I need to jump out
Shawty, these niggas ain't turning, uh
Uh, fam'

I'ma show these niggas every time they think I'm playin'
I don't know if these niggas be opposite fans, that's why I keep one in the head
Cardi on while I was blowin' the Drake, all I seen was a whole lotta red (like Cardi)
Ran up and fell through a ledge, I squirted in the beat, but I ain't know how to bring right to then
Threatening niggas up ever since they killed my man
I ain't heard none of that too hot shit, 20 rated a crash, get the fuck out the van
Bitch, you swear she was my love, babe, but when I got locked out, the bitch got whimped
I saw it be a threat, up in the fullies, the last thing he said was, damn

Whole lotta money (whole lotta flowers)
It be a whole lotta money
Whole lotta flowers
Whole lotta -
Whole lotta acquiring syndrom, uh

Baby, Drake make a grown man cry, these niggas ain't ready to die
We have a spinnin', and niggas survive, and I'm tellin' you, we turn life over to God
Big bros end up pullin' some snake shit on us, we end up blowin' them down
I beat a nigga block up quick, or I ain't not on shape, we ain't fuckin' around
I was in the crib with a bitch, and the feds came in, J Money get the fuck on the ground
But I've died two years, they ain't see me, I've stayed out, just doin' county time
Fuck niggas bullets, they feel like my nines, these bitches a crowd, a crowd
Every time a nigga ever got locked, but it ain't make a nigga run straight mo'

They throwin' grenades, just in through our waist, it look like a record, but I flew through its house
We been wipin' out niggas from east to the west, now we takin' this shit to the south
Get a load of me hoppin' around, tryin' to just fuck off while that nigga got left on the coast
Broke ass, any hand on the man, heard that nigga die watchin' bones
Uh, I'ma show these niggas every time they think I'm plant
I don't know if these niggas be opposite fans, that's why I keep one in the head

Heard he young while I was blowin' the Drake, all I seen was a whole lot of red (like Cardi, Cardi)
Run up and feel through LA, try squashing the beat, but I ain't know how to bring back the dance
Flame niggas up, every since nigga kill my mans
I ain't hearin' none of that too hot shit, you ain't ready to crash, get the fuck out the van
Bitch, you swear she was my little baby, but when I got locked, that bitch got whimped
Hopped, sawed me and threw it up, and I'm fully slashed like he said was damn

Huh, uh-huh (Lil Shay jump out)
30, uh, hmm-mm (jump out)
(I rather stay, watch when he get his face shot)
Hmm, uh
(30, I don't know if you see shit)