Going 80
Miles an hour the weed buzzing
The Breeze ruffle my shirt
F-E-Ds coming
F*ck it mash the gas some more
I'm on a mission
Ever since I caught you f*cking in the kitchen
My one intention
Past wrath visualize u with ya thighs open
U got the next guy stroking
Keep your eyes open
Didn't expect me to come home early
You tried to front, u with ya home girlie
Ye ain't knew
I saw her fighting with her ex man
She ain't cool
So how the hell she got the time to go and kick it with you
That's when I geared up, the piece on my holster, hope I ain't close to
Losing my wits and smoking the both of you with this toaster
Emotions will get you roasted provoking anger approaching your door is open
I'm scoping the scene and noticing focus
Focus
FOCUS
Is that a pair of Space Jam J's
Fake Gucci belt, half a bottle of cheap champagne
A box of Magnums and as a backup, some Plan B
Moans heard coming from nearby
This can't be
Kill em both
Nah
Shoot the nigga first
Shoot the bitch first
Nah
Leave while u can bruh
This some shit u don't understand bruh
Like damn, but
Damn
I blacked out
Rage, pulling the Mac out
Crazed, there ain't no back out
Gauge blew half his back out
Barrel flashing, I rack out
Bodies dropping I
Mashed out, like damn
I know i was dead wrong
And now my boo dead gone
And then I get a ring on my cell phone
Hello
It's my wife asking how was my day
Her sisters in from outta town a long flight from the A
She tried to call her home girlie when she went out today...
And realized she swapped phones with her sis on the way
She told me it's cool, bet all of my love texts she'll enjoy them
But never make her jealous cause she right there with her boyfriend
I dropped the phone with a loud ass clap
Told her baby I gotta call right back
I dropped the phone with a loud ass clap
Told her baby I gotta call right back