Had a shorty in the studio the other night from Gothenburg, Sweden
Asked me 'cause she had some champagne
She looked surprised when I said, "Yeah"
I told her, "Look, baby, in here the Veuve Clicquot is like Sprite, that's all you
You got all the wrong niggas in the right room, ya heard?"

I got the Devil tap dancing on my shoulder, don't I?
Got them Angel wings on the Veneno Roadster, won't I?
Up the F&N like it's F'ing, I move the section like effort
Move around the hood on niggas like the move my papers together
My reflection remind me of a nigga from the Chi steppin'
Glock, Kevin Hart complexion
We bang shots in every direction
Clean up our messes, remove suppressors
You ever had a bullet removed from the inside of your motherfuckin' intestines?
Homie, don't you know we make no mistakes?
We OD with the Dracs like OB, break
Compton niggas get the cake, wait
Bompton niggas get the cake, weigh it on scales
All else fails, we put the packs on whales
We like Chanel, you'll never get this Crack on sale
We cut the rat from it's tail with that pack, go stale
Somebody? Anybody? Catch a body (ohh, ohh, ohh)

Pray for me, seen it all in my dreams
Heard some talks in my world
Been some things I ain't seen
Pray for me, don't mind me by my stove
Pray they don't want no smoke, no
If it's me, I want smoke
Ohh, ohh Lord
If it's me, I want smoke, ohh

Catch you in my crosshairs, you better have God with you
This is Death Row, I hope Suge and all them niggas form the mob with you
I got this bitch on me, she just wanna vibe with you
I ain't gonna lie, your bitch with you, shit, she might just die with you
Y'all thought, it was ride or never mind
I'm so ahead of time tomorrow at three, I shot at yo' pants seven times
Ain't no scope on this motherfucker, the TEC is blind
Disrespectin' mine, chopper, eat a nigga, Jeffery Dahm
The guns is on the bitches, I let 'em pat me down every time
Then the second time distract 'em knowin' she the next in line
Walk up on you NBA YoungBoy's like, "This section is mine"
And fuck opps we got the club surrounded like a hexagon
My opps is every nigga in the West opps (hoo)
Mr. Morale And The Big Steppers, yeah (hoo)
Yeah, hopefully right now you on your ten billionth play
Kdot, what's up? (hoo, ohh)

Pray for me, seen it all in my dreams
Heard some talks in my world
Been some things I ain't seen
Pray for me, don't mind me by my stove
Pray they don't want no smoke, no
If it's me, I want smoke
Ohh, ohh Lord
If it's me, I want smoke, ohh (here we go)

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Ervan Littleton Waters, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Jeremy P. Felton, Samuel Orvitt Culley, Thomas Price