At least, you're changing, I can't stand itMy heart can't take this damageThe more I laugh, you can't stand itHow you love me, I'm up in the boothSaid I'm lying, like, show me the proofGet in my bag, put a six in the deuce* like who, I'll kiss your bitch, that's juiceAnd you can't walk a mile in my shoesYou ain't throw as much shots as I doYou don't throw in the Glock like I doAnd you definitely throw in that Glock like I doLately, I've been feeling aloneBut I'm clutching my combPay to my mama, I'm coming, get home20 minutes, cause I ain't answer my phoneThen I heard JBA, make it homeThey say, Flocka, keep up and be strongNah, why? Cause that * was wrongAnd I told him to keep that bitch onI got my front, but it's you behind meGet goofy like Moe and ReginaOr get greedy like Keisha and TommyThey get dirty like Whitney and BobbyI put my pole, she think she gon' lie meWith the 30, I move out your cockyIf I ain't dead in that chair, they can't stop meGotti and Nottie and Scottie, my top threeHe the smoochie, the spin, call up GottiSo-so with Noxie and LobbyKnow who the who ain't for ScalattisHe be ballin' like a ballAnd his name is LonariIf I tell him to get him, I know that he got meSo I got him, he stay right beside meI be thinkin' like she movin' WackyShe keep tellin' me, Flocky, who got meThis is gon' climb for me and forget RockyI'ma put Ross out of the through like it's hockeyCan't box right now, but it's punchin' like AliGotta keep it out or they gon' watch meAnd I know that the feds try to lock meRiding with it, I hope they don't stop meIf they do, then it's gon' be a hot speedI pray God take the wheel, hope he got meAnd the way I see it, they tellin' meUh, before I focused on rap, I was sloppy40 Glocks used to pop what I always beUsed to drop high lows, now I drop heatIf you speakin' on the rack, I'm top threeI ain't talkin' videos, they watch meHe can't come to his hood, that's not meI'm a one-on-oneA lot of niggas take L's on the one-on-onePull up, huntin' shooters and huntin' gunsBig bro told me, swerve, get the * straightReally made it off rap, used to restakeI made two or three mail off my mixtapesAll this ice, you a thinkin' nigga, wristacheI been eatin' too good, havin' big steaksEverybody used to hate, got the * straightFace, I'm like Lonely or Nip, this a marathonBut if it really was a race, you a sixth placePussy, swerve, I'm gon' kill if you push meGotta take drops, so I been sippin' bossaI used to smoke Lotto and ZucchiAnd I got security with me, but liberalStill a pull-up with a fullyAnd I'm still humble beast, cause I front the streetsBut I'm quick to put up on my bullyYou know thatGo, go, go, ay, go, go, goFace shot, K-Flock, ay, blowUm, um, ayYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahGang, *, nigga, gang, yeah