[Verse 1]
Calling my girls, I’m trynna get cute
Let’s go and paint the town
Let’s meet up at my place around 12, still gotta take a shower
It’s gon’ take a hour to do my hair
And to do my make-up
Buy my final outfit to wear
By the time I hang up, click, oh shit
We need a bottle we could sip of course
I text her like « On your way here swing by the liquor store »
I need a [?], three Ciroc shooters, know what, get us four
Just ring the doorbell soon as you hit the porch
I text my man I’m going out
Message open, counting dots, I seen three, he reply
Grandma really wish that I could, but I gotta work late
But take some extra cash out the safe and put it in your purse babe
Okay, I’m texting back « I hope to see you later »
Shit, now I’m in the shower singing ballads of Anita Baker
Hour later, dress lookin’ fine as a bitch
Knock at the door, my girl Lisa like « It’s time to get lit »

[Verse 2]
Models in jeans
Weed, smoke, bottles and drinks
Couple niggas from the town trynna holla’ at me
But I’m taken, but I still made ’em buy me a drink
Lisa tapped me like « I gotta go pee »
« Watch my purse for a minute »
I sip my drink by the bar as I waited
Purse in my lap, felt the phone vibratin’
Pulled it out, but my intentions was on turning it off
But that’s until I seen the number that call
This my nigga number lit up on her phone (What?)
I mean I gave him her number
But that’s only if I ain’t picking up my phone
I check my phone but I don’t see no missed calls
I was shocked in the face
Tryna figure out why he callin’ so late
I read the texts « Keep this a secret, do not say a word »
« Come by tomorrow, but we gotta do it while she at work »
Oh shit she walking back, I threw her phone in the purse
If they creepin’, there somebody gon’ be bleedin’
With no soul in the hearse

[Verse 3]
We left the club, she dropped me off at like 3 in the morn’
Walkin’ in circles, still shocked, I can’t believe what I saw
Called into work, like I’ma need the day off
Soon as I hung up I raced right to my room to grab this gun out the safe
I got an angel on my shoulder sayin’ « Che you ain’t no killer »
But the other shoulder tellin’ me to take out that nigga
Matter of fact, just kill ’em both
To calm my nerves I took some shots of the Henny
Looked in the mirror, seen the monster that’s in me
Fuck it
The sun is up, I’m in a car speedin’
To Lisa house, I took a left then took a right
To catch this broad scheming
Crept on the side then I kicked in her house
Waivin’ the gun, I seen both of them sittin’ on the couch
« I read the texts that you sent the nigga, thought you was slick »
« Lisa, I called you my friend, fuck that, I called you my sis »
He waved his hand « Babe it’s not what you think »
« I asked Lisa to come with me just so she can help me buy you a ring »
« I found the ring and I was trying to get your best friend advice »
« Baby, I’m tryna spend the rest of my life with you »
I must have been squeezing too tight
I heard a shot, body dropped to the ground and he bleed
Lisa panicked, ran about it and scream
I dropped to my knees like I ain’t mean to kill him
Now I’m searching this body for evidence
To confirm if he was sleeping with her
Damn I don’t think he was lyin’
To my surprise, I found the ring in his pocket

Oh, gotta get the fuck outta here