I ain't seen you in a while
I ain't seen you in a while
I ain't seen you in a while (EY3ZLOW on the beat)

Dirty Diana, pop a Perc boost up my stamina
Drop a line in the Sprite, yeah, I turn into an animal
Quick pits on the blitz, I don't got no manners
Put a face on headstones and bandanas
My shotta, my woadie, gon' blind ya, tryna fill the church up
Told bro to bring the semi out, shot pussy niggas traps down
Creep up, we don't make no sounds
Hundred rounds, calls and codes, everybody ducking down
All the neighbors heard I was around the corner
That was a hundred rounds, brrt, baow
You can get stepped on just like you was Austin Powers
Realest nigga out the clique, I'm tripping the jols, got my glick in the crowd
She want to lick on me and fuck on me, I looked at her and smiled
She wanna lick on me and fuck on me 'cause she digging my style
'Cause she digging my style

I'm loaded out my mind right now (loaded out of my mind right now)
I catch him put him in the ground (catch him and put him in the ground)
I guess he ain't help got around (know he ain't have love around)
Bullet holes all in his shit he on the ground
Roll in the bed, I need your love around
You say I been acting distant since I came around
And you say, "Ooh, I feel you always, baby, let me drown"
That means I feel wit' all my songs, trying to make you smile
She like champagne sometimes, mimosas now
Breakfast in bed she got a robe on, lingerie on, check her out
Come here baby turn around
I been leaning all day so you know I ain't sober
She calling me asking me where I been I ain't came over
Mmh, tryna to make all my opps disappear, mmh
Mmh, I need them all gone in a year, mmh
Put it in the gas and switch the gear, uh
Double tap the trigger he out of here, mmh

Dirty Diana, pop a Perc boost up my stamina
Drop a line in the Sprite, yeah, I turn into an animal
Quick pits on the blitz, I don't got no manners
Put a face on headstones and bandanas
My shotta, my woadie, gon' blind ya, tryna fill the church up
Told bro to bring the semi out, shot pussy niggas traps down
Creep up, we don't make no sounds
Hundred rounds, calls and codes, everybody ducking down
All the neighbors heard I was around the corner
That was a hundred rounds, brrt, baow
You can get stepped on just like you was Austin Powers
Realest nigga out the clique, I'm tripping the jols, got my glick in the crowd
She want to lick on me and fuck on me, I looked at her and smiled
She wanna lick on me and fuck on me 'cause she digging my style
'Cause she digging my style

Copyright: PFIVE Entertainment Mexico, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Nehemiah Harden