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The bullet comes out of his head back in the Draco I moonwalk back to the car, gun on my waist Take the ski mask off of my face, blunt flies back in the trunk Between my index and my middle finger, it's stuck Inhale the smoke, take a puff Drivin' in reverse, proceed to light it up 'Matic still Nas to listenin' It's me and the opp, gets further in distance, hand on my watch Movin' backwards, the Chronic jumps out the back wood As the leaf waits for the guts and rolls itself back up Text from a bitch sayin', "Eat to going still" Put my phone back in my pocket, took my knee off the wheel Hand on my wheel, my car in drive, foot on the gas Up the freeway ramp, adjust the rearview and look at my past Speed goin' back up on the dash as I listen to Hill, Lauryn, and uncrumble all of this hash Back in the carpool, flippin' off 12 The window rolls down and in comes pistachio shells Cutie smilin' at me, I unthrew up the deuce Triple one-two, three-one-three, three-one-two On the side of a purple Maserati, wonder if she got a body up Or should I think I? It's a hottie Goin' down on the up ramp, creep slow, back to the light I'ma kill 'em 'fore the end of the night Talkin' on my burner cell like, "At he where?" Back into a parkin' spot, handicap in the mirror Car door opens, my nigga out yells, "Woo-Su" SongtexteWindows roll up, I'm thinkin' to myself, "Who these niggas in this coupe?" Back in the store, woods back in my hand Sit 'em on the counter as he hands me back my Benz And says, "Nigga my, you thank," I pass him a coke can 10,000 goes back in my pocket in rubber bands Back to the whip in rewind, back to the spot Walkin' up the stairs backwards, the clip comes outta the Glock The key goes back in the lock I walk in facin' out, take my shoes off and fall on the couch This bitch takes my dick out of her mouth Stands back up and tells me what her day was about We hug as her clothes fly up to her hands, lip singin' B Cardi while she dance Tapes Bundy Ted, credits roll down, chill and Netflix As I unfasten the latch on my cuban link necklace She gave me a second hug for the first time Walks outta the door back in the Uber as I'm cleanin' my .9 I sit it down right next to my phone Go back to sleep and undream about Rihanna runnin' 'round in a thong Woke up tired and went back to the booth Sample God's Sons, rewind it and wrote it backwards to a loop Listen up gangsters and honeys with your hair done Pull up a chair, hon', and put it in the air, son Dawg, whatever they call you, God, just listen I spit a story backwards, it starts at the endin' Aus Songtexte Mania