[Intro]
Uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh-uh [?]
Uh-uh [?]
[?]

[Verse 1]
I don't even fear no [?]
Shoot one back to the head
I would come around if you were back from the dead
Back to the program back to the sticks
Yeah, Zay-way he not followin' no trends
Baby ate me like [?]
You'll get jumped by the family
[?] he down
I don't care [?]
Taxed like that hoe he ran
They came back, that shit was [?]
He don't want pain, you just a lil' fan
Yeah I can't blame her, 'cause she a ten
Yeah, [?] her face, I aim at her [?]
And we brought sticks in here, it make an affair
[?] bitch [?] ain't tryna share
Sharin' yo' sticks, I know that shit was unfair (Uhh)
That shit was unfair
How we move, y'all n***as look nervous
Head-shot, arm-shot, that lookin' serious
Head-shot, arm-shot, spun, put that boy in the air, that boy got hit in his apartment
I just be [?] smell like I farted
[Bridge]
I was just makin' a lil' tune, I ain't never think that I was really gon' try it
[?] I have things that I feel like is more important
I forget everything, I forget everything my mind on low storage
I had to go a different route, I had to go a different route 'cause n***a's informants

[Chorus]
A n***a got too comfortable [?]
That shootout was unprovoked
A n***a got too comfortable, that shootout was unprovoked
Glock on the nightstand, givin' her strokes
I smoke that gas, it'll leave you toast

[Verse 2]
I got a bag, don't mean to boast
You don't get no bands that shit fo' sho'
Won't take her out, you cheap lil' bro
Love her, I still cheat on my hoe
He's in [?] sumn' like [?]
Crashed-crashed, n***a ran into a semi
She smashed, [?], wagyu in my belly
My chest fat like Buddha my brother
I got that fetti' [?]
I should come smack you in the face [?]
And she say she jackin' me, that bitch a tenant
She livin' rent-free in my head like a tent
Yeah, I got that ball, yeah just like a [?]
I got that ball, yeah just like a [?]
I'm fuckin' with this bitch, she bought me some Henny
I fuck on this bitch but why I can't hug her?
I fuck on this bitch but why I can't love her?
She gettin' mad, she swear [?]
Mmh, cous' got a truck now, he finna [?] down
Let one of these n***as run up, I'ma cut sumn', mmh, cut sumn'
[Refrain]
Got too comfortable (Too comfortable)
Yeah, them thoughts was unprovoked
Mmh, mmh
Mmh, mmh-mmh
Lil' n***a Got too comfortable
Yes them thoughts was unprovoked
Glock on the nightstand, give her strokes
I smoke that gas, that'll leave you roasted