Task force

[Intro]
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)

[Chorus: Dracodontjam]
Can't get none of that time back, I ain't tryna think about it, nah
Ain't 'bout money, love, and violence, I can't beef about it, yeah
All these cars I drive Italian, pockets Caesar salad, huh
Bro gotta keep a ski mask 'cause he got pending charges

[Verse 1: Dracodontjam]
Ducking task forces, bro get bags from California
I'm sheddin' tears like it's bad for me, she ain't mine, just had shorty
She pull up, she mad horny, specialize in crash courses
Huh, huh, I tell bro don't care how hard it get, your ass alive
Huh, she beggin' me to fix her broken heart, that's where I lack supplies
Huh, don't get nothin' for bein' too real, that ain't no cash prize
Why she keep askin' me what I want outta this life? Ho, I want family time
She got her own bag, bought me some shit in the past, damn, and she fine
She call me up to come and suck me up just like a vampire
I'm ridin' 'round, I stay down with my blood just like a tampon
And nowadays, it's hard to see the fake, they wearin' camouflage
Can't trust a bitch, I gotta keep a stick just like a campfire, uh
Uh, it's like I can't lie, huh
Bro gon' spin that block just like a landslide, huh
Tried to kick that cup, it's like I can't now, huh
Heard you talkin' tough, you gon' get ran down, huh

[Chorus: Dracodontjam]
Can't get none of that time back, I ain't tryna think about it, nah
Ain't 'bout money, love, and violence, I can't beef about it, yeah
All these cars I drive Italian, pockets Caesar salad, huh
Bro gotta keep a ski mask 'cause he got pending charges (Uh)

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
Bro gotta keep his ski, don't be seen by anybody (Put on brodie)
Nigga, you gon' still get got, I don't care if I gotta send somebody (On bro), huh
Nigga, I'm booked for life, I just counted like six deposits (Like six), huh
Man, I'm due for a lay, I know one of my bitches got me (Come on)
I got a bitch so spill, she tat on her skin just to go show me it's real
I got a thirty, you take it right up to your head, but, no, we ain't poppin' no pills
You don't want smoke for real (Mm)
Got niggas 'round that don't love fat jokes for real
I don't even post for real
I be on chill, but I can get on go for real (On bro)

[Chorus: Dracodontjam]
Can't get none of that time back, I ain't tryna think about it, nah
Ain't 'bout money, love, and violence, I can't beef about it, yeah
All these cars I drive Italian, pockets Caesar salad, huh
Bro gotta keep a ski mask 'cause he got pending charges (Uh)