I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes I used to talk to semis, still talk to semis I used to walk a thin line, now I'm walking Shanghai I used to fucking get tight, now I fuck her ten times She used to make me dick rides, now she make me real vibes She used to make me 6ix9ine, now she make a french fry She used to make me love her, now she make me realize It's money over bitches till the day I dizzy Keep it on the east side, keep it on the beach side I feel like Ivan Drago, if he dies, he dies Find out where he reside and find out where he hide Run up in that bitch like, hey, bop, bop, bop, peace sign Percocet, promethazine, you can call me P-Ride Taking shots at my team, you must be getting seen now You going at my slime, then you going at me slime Your blood all over the scene, look like red cheap wine I'm smoking on the key lime, you look like tea time Look like honey to my beehive, I close your sweet eyes Shoot you in your head, give your ass three eyes And you still ain't see a fucking thing until you see fire I remember you, I was never into you I tell my shooter shoot you and whoever resemble you And they remember who have been a friend of you, akin to you They in it too, and bitches too, they mention you, they dentures loose Run up in a nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth Safe code now, nigga, cough it up and spit it out Oh my God, I'm flipping out, flipping out, then dipping out I tried to turn the fucking page, oh my God, I ripped it out I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes Used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi Keep it on the east side, keep it on the beach side I feel like Ivan Drago, little bitch, and if he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies, yeah Run up in a nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about? I used to know you niggas, I don't know you niggas I just ignore you niggas, I don't bro you niggas But my bros are smoking niggas like we bro you niggas Kill your ho too, nigga, and your go-to niggas I've been riding around the city with the safety off Glock nine and it's pretty like a baby doll Your niggas bitches and it's pissing all the ladies off My fingers sitting on the trigger like a lazy boy If it's beef, I'm in the kitchen with the apron on Put his words on the plate, that nigga ate them all And I ain't with the topping, but damn, now we topping Niggas spill the beans, damn, now it's coffee Looking for your pussy ass like I got a warrant I don't wanna scheme ass, that's a private party Bullets dropping off your ass like they shock-absorbing Rock your bells, LL, nigga, lock them loaded, huh I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes Used to touch the semi, I still touch the semi Keep it on the E side, keep it on the B side I feel like I'm in trouble, little bitch, and if he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies Yeah, run up in that nigga house Pistol in that nigga mouth, but he be talking out his ass What is all that shit about? I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes Used to touch the semi, I still touch the semi Keep it on the E side, keep it on the B side I feel like I'm in trouble, little bitch, and if he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies Yeah, run up in that nigga house Pistol in that nigga mouth, but he be talking out his ass What is all that shit about? And you still ain't see a fucking thing until you see vibe I still don't know today, was he playing with the gun or was it an accident? Still, I be wanting to ask him, but I never asked him out all these years Was that an accident or was he playing with the gun? I never really found out about what really happened with him in that shooting