Ginobili

[Verse]
I told her that I love her, I ain't mean it though
Sorry I ain't answer my phone, I was up at Neiman's store
Had to take the hard route, cook, cut, clean the dope
Now I get a ticket just to pull up to the scene and smoke
They can't fuck with me on my worst raps
Ain't speak on that shit but just know we did him the worst, right
I swerve lanes, clutching on my heat
Taught myself the game, we was thuggin' in the streets
Tell them, "keep the change," designer for the denim only
I call my plug in San Antonio Ginobili
I just want thе money, ain't gon' be herе for a while
When I seen my first three bands drop, it made me smile
I hit your bitch up like, "What's up, it's been a while"
Remember hitting licks, we would get it and split it down
We was posted in the bricks tryna hit some accounts
A thousand ways to get it and you still up on some fuck shit
Riding in the hood with three terrorists and four sticks
Remember that phone call, they really hit me with some hoe shit
Calling my brodie, if it's beef he toting the four-fifth
And I keep it in my hoodie on some cold shit
Still rob your mans if he say he really know shit
Dog, when the price a lil' cheaper I'll consider it
Dealing with my demons off the drugs, what's the difference
All these groupies showing fake love like you killing it

[Refrain]
All these groupies showing fake love like you killing it