1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4
Yeah I'm on paper plates
riding with a free
ho 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4
All our opps fucked
Nigga I hope they bleed slow
Hey I don't remember her
I don't remember him
I don't remember you,
and I really ain't fuck with them
Bitch, my n***a,
you was never game
Hmph, my n***a, you was never game
Yeah, old friends switch sides,
actin' like we still cool
Actin' like we gang, gang,
I cut you off in middle school
Them pictures that you postin',
bitch, they old as fuck
When I see you out in traffic, ho,
you know it's up, I'm still beefin'
Bad bitch, we fucked an hour ago,
she still queefin'
She had a n***a for some years,
this bitch still cheatin'
I'm on a hundred pack from yesterday,
I'm still tweakin'
Pourin' that drink off in my serve,
my cup still leakin'
5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
I can't trust a motherfuckin' old friend
I know if they get the chance,
they'll step on me
I can't let no old friend be the death of me
1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4
Yeah, I'm on paper plates
ridin' with a free ho
1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4
All I have is fuck, n***a,
I hope they bleed slow
Hey, I don't remember her,
I don't remember him
I don't remember you,
and I really ain't fuck with them
Bitch, my n***a, you was never game
My n***a, you was never game