[Intro]
Ah, damn, mmm, fuck
Fuck this phone keep ringin' for?

[Verse 1]
Five o'clock in the mornin' while I'm stretchin' and yawnin'
Check my phone, a missed call, a blocked number, why is they callin'?
I'm up holdin' my piss, too lazy to hit the toilet up
I'm waitin' 'til it's just the last second, they can't avoid it much
Jumped up, the phone start ringin', must be my dumb luck
Blocked again, I'll take my chances, "Yo, what the fuck's up?"
Hmm, bad man, this for someone in your position
You'd sing a different tune if your woadie knew what you missin'
Now I'm thinkin' suspicious like, who the fuck's on my shit list?
And all I'm hearin' is whispers, they tryna ruin my Christmas
I'm pissed like, who the fuck is this?
Huh, it's your worst nightmare, n***a
So suck a dick (Yeah, aight), I got your fuckin' bitch (What?)
Thinkin' of rapin' her, maskin' and duck tapin' hеr
When I'm done, they'll bе no way you recognizin' the face of her
Why would they think of takin' her?
Must be dealin' with murderous n***as who bloody basement stuff
No time to waste for her
How much you want? Fifty grand a limb
If you plan to win, two hundred grand to get your fam' again
Hammer spin, turn her to a mannequin if you thinkin' of panickin'
I'll finally be the man again, never go hand-to-hand again
Tired of them quarters, drug dealin', and panhandling
My plan's vanishin' in thin air and I can't stand it, man
I ain't got time to waste, fam
Aight, fuck it, just let me know that she safe, man
[Interlude]
Aight, aight, aight, hold on
Here, bitch
Bae, bae, bae
You good?
Yeah, I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm alright
You sure?
This shit is just crazy like—
Hold on, hold on, did that motherfucker put his hands on you?
I don't know what you're gonna do, but I'm scared like—
He got me tied up, I just need you to just
Don't, don't, don't
Bae, don't worry about it
Give whatever he want you and give to him now
I got you, I'm gonna get you home, I'm on my way
I'll be right there

[Verse 2]
You think you know that we bluffin', her buddy find out we fuckin'
I been to prison twice, I ain't goin' back in for nothin'
Don't tell me you scared, n***a, nah, bitch, I ain't scared of nothin'
I love money, I'll kill that stupid n***a you cuffin'
Yeah, yeah, whatever, you makin' it sound good
Okay, okay, just pass me the other clip to the AK
Rubber grips on the trey-eights, let off a whole clip though
Don't flip though, stay on your toes like you 'bout to tiptoe
Who you callin' a bitch though? With your broke and worthless ass
I'ma boss, I ain't these bitches fuckin' for Birkin bags
Yeah, okay, first of all (What?)
How you even got the nerve to call me a bitch? You must've not heard before
I got n***as murked before, furthermore
Best believe this bitch'll let the burner off
[Interlude]
Baby, you in here?
Fuck you at? Where that n***a at?
Oh, fuck? Damn

[Verse 3]
Why the fuck is she not tied up?
Why the fuck is he sittin' there sunny side up?
Why the fuck is that gun layin' beside her?
This bitch is tryna back me down, gat me down
Leavin' me layin' there like Pacquiao
But, I ain't buyin' in, I'm the handle of fire fin
I fire then and leave this bitch layin', bring in the violins

[Outro]
That'll be the day I take a fuckin' loss
Even your fuckin' wife will get you double-crossed
Kidnaps and extortions for portions
And no love is lost, five ounce Cuban, diamond encrusted cross
That'll be the day I take a fuckin' loss
Even your fuckin' wife will get you double-crossed
Kidnaps and extortions for portions
And no love is lost, five ounce Cuban, diamond encrusted cross