​lastminute

[Chorus: cld]
You going down, and I'm up
Stacking guap, got a ton
None of this shit is a race
But if it was, then I won
And they tryna catch up
But they can't catch us
Tryna be like me so bad
Get off your ass and make some bucks
They can't do it like I do
Two bands on my shoes
Find out where he stay
Then we put him on the news
Feel like paris on his story
Way I'm stacking up these blues
And you can see it on my face
I've never been the type to lose

[Verse 1: akkiro]
Bitch we up, and you know that we gon talk about it
'Cause he goin down, and that pussy boy is not about it
Bitch we in the back, yeah I'm smoking pressure
I'm with c-l-d, and you know we do it better
We gon make that pussy run, where you goin to?
Bitch you know that we catch up, so what you gonna do?
I'm the bad guy, bitch you know we goin on a hunt
Yellow tape around his body so you know that we next up

[Verse 2: deepinparis & cld]
And you get no plays, why you talkin down?
I don't wanna hear another word come out your mouth
So why and stop it now?
It's always what's and hows
If that pussy wanna talk then we gon shut him out
And this shit is way too hard, I can't withstand it
Me and your bitch made a movie, I'm not talkin lethal weapon
Left his body on the floor, I'm doin damage
Stick on me, send that boy to God, send him to heaven

[Verse 3: crusey]
Red dot up on his face and watch him cry
Put a bullet in his chest and watch him die
I don't know anymore, bitch I'm givin up
Bitch you outta luck, body in the fuckin truck
I'm a reject
Get no respect
You done fucked up
I don't need it

[Verse 4: c4pri & 1crusafix]
I don't give a fuck bout that bitch
Hear that pussy talk, leave him in a motherfuckin ditch
I'm with cld, you know that we countin up, gettin rich
I don't trust no one, cause I know that they gon switch up (Stop, stop)
Yeah, fuck crusafix, aye (WHAT?)
I don't really like her, she a stupid bitch (Fuck you)
That boy talkin down, leave him with some stitches
That boy is not with us, he gon get deleted

[Chorus: cld]
You going down, and I'm up
Stacking guap, got a ton
None of this shit is a race
But if it was, then I won
And they tryna catch up
But they can't catch us
Tryna be like me so bad
Get off your ass and make some bucks
They can't do it like I do
Two bands on my shoes
Find out where he stay
Then we put him on the news
Feel like paris on his story
Way I'm stacking up these blues
And you can see it on my face
I've never been the type to lose