My dearest love, since you left me a wreck
The murder rate done rose
You gotta cut me some slack
For bringing death to the door steps of every ex
For treasure they left over
The pleasure, the bloom and the wide ocean
Ruby red on my neck, left 'em on read
Cause we WWF up in yo' bed
Listening to Tems, the Blonds, Anees and the Shai's
With eyes wide
Comme des garçons, all glory to God
I've been stuck on offense
Barrages to battle these mirages and all these imposters
The syndrome is always in potential
But nothing beneficial for my mental
So I drop 'em like four door garages
Celebrating twenty-nine out at Buddhakan
And you would think my newest thing gives eulogies
They way she drop dead gorgeous
This one is sponsored by the morgue for a fact
Your boy Quin is back!
With the narc flow
Sipping Moscato at Porto Salvo
Boisterous after oysters fill my grotto
Them Hailey babies like shady baby
It's going swimmingly no need for Marshals
I unload the cargo straight off the dock load
Your mockery's slim chance to bother me
Your arteries thick, my broccoli Timbs are all on yo' limbs
I got my foot on your necks
The black suede got me pulling your chick
The ambiguity is fooling yo' man's
Watch how it gets wet once I sweat the technique
Missionary while the diamonds hitting my chest
You catching epilepsy
And cigarette smoke, loyal, devote
From what I tote
It's hard to keep it composed once I show you the scope
The Bronx leviathan
Plague of psoriasis
This guy (uh!) I can't pretend that I'm not
The one to spin the block looking for drama to pop
Sweeny Todd with the deep cuts for anybody who wants
(Holla!)