The Interlude

Lyrics

[Intro] Poppin' that shit and I'm droppin' a bitch, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, yeah [Verse] I'm poppin' that shit and I'm droppin' a bitch Carti' the watch, see the rocks in the wrist Fuckin' this ho, she a slimy lil' bitch The cameras are rollin', the clock finna tick Ain't even thuggin', you been in the way Free all my niggas who locked in the cage I'm flippin' the bag, chasin' money for sure Black on black Benzes, good pussy galore Show her the view, then it's bussin' for sure, bussin' for sure Drinkin this Wock' and it's bussin' for sure, bussin' for sure Never had it like this (This), curbside it like that (That) Pull up, gettin' that bag (Bag), serve a nigga over bae, yeah Player shit, been the illest nigga, still G'd up when it's business, uh 45 in the bookbag for them bitch niggas in they feelings, uh (Yeah) How you feel when the money come be the same way for them bitches, uh (Yeah) Tryna turn this lil' hustle shit to some lemonade from a lemon, uh Seen his bitch ass get nailed, and I ain't never felt no pain from that Shed tears on a Moncler, couple cold nights, we was made for that Niggas posted on them stairs, ain't nobody finna come save your ass Better get right or get left (Get left), how many times do I gotta tell your ass, nigga? [Outro] Goin' the fast way, go to the club They all comin' out, they holiday