[Intro]
(Sonny Digital)
Young Jefe, holmes
(I get my work from the Narco)

[Verse 1]
I fell asleep beside this bitch with all my jewelry on (Oh)
I wake up and I get into a different zone (Oh-oh-oh)
My bitch keep dialin' me, tellin' me I'm gon' be alone (Oh)
If two wrongs don't make a right, two rights don't make a wrong
Tired of talkin' to my n***as through them telephones (Brrt, brrt)
Waitin' on them damn appeals, that shit, it take too long (Goddamn)
Bond and that Biscotti, that be my cologne (Goddamn, goddamn)
She let me feel all on her body when her man ain't home (Ooh)
And you ain't gotta ask me where them hitters at (Uh)
You know I be deep in the jungle with them guerillas, yeah, yeah (Aw)
Little SoundCloud rappers like to mimic, yeah
That's a really good gimmick, better stick to that (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Y'all was laughin' at dog, now he the man again (Yeah)
Them bitches on his dick, he gettin' bands again (Bands, bands)
Time to get at them n***as, they shot your mans again (Oh)
He got hit with the glizzy, started panickin' (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
These n***as, they be dressin' off the mannequin (Yeah)
They get caught in a jam and they start panickin' (Damn)
You can't stand that n***a, your bitch a fan of him (Goddamn, goddamn)
And every time she see him, she start panickin' (Oh)
[Verse 2]
Say she undecided, love her other n***a (What?)
I put that dick inside her, she say, "Fuck that n***a" (What? What?)
You don't have to call, I hit that Usher with her
Trey Seven 'til I fall, and bitch, we clutch the trigger (Trey Sev')
Soon as she see them bags, then she get excited (Get excited)
These n***as big and bad until they get indicted (Woah)
First, we switch to Tech shit and we get to slidin' (Skrrt)
A hoodie and a mask, I'm talkin' block attire (Oh)
Tell my opp I got his bitch, she tryna give me neck (Give me neck)
She say, "I wanna feel something real and he can't give me that" (Yeah)
Tell 'em n***as to save their breath 'cause we not hearin' that (Shh)
No, I'm not puttin' none of my business out on the internet (No, no)

[Chorus]
Y'all was laughin' at dog, now he the man again (Ha-ha-ha)
Them bitches on his dick, he gettin' bands again (Bands, bands, bands)
Time to get at them n***as, they shot your mans again (Say what?)
He got hit with the glizzy, started panickin' (Bah, bah, bah)
These n***as, they be dressin' off the mannequin (Goddamn)
They get caught in a jam and they start panickin' (Goddamn, goddamn)
You can't, you can't stand that n***a, your bitch a fan of him (Ship that)
And every time she see him, she start panickin' (Oh)