[Belly:]
Getting drunk, I’m telling sober truths, oh poo
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Lately I’ve been on that 42, shorty too
Just say your goodbyes
Getting drunk, I’m telling sober truths, oh poo
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Lately I’ve been on that 42, shorty too
Just say your goodbyes

[French Montana:]
Ayy, glimpse in the matrix
Needle in a haystack, with fire and my fragrance
Started from the pavement
No elevator, took the steps from the basement
Ayy, go crazy being patient
He started serving patients, then become a patient
Ayy, mama say your graces
Richard Mille cases, caught me doin’ cases
Click, clack, boom, that’s survival
Spend the day with [? 1 – 45:]
Talkin’ ice drift, baby get your goggles
Drink it up, drink it up, out the bottle
She might get pregnant if she swallow
To the hip, fashion week by any model
Ayy, grindin’ like my first year
Liquor store lookin’ closer than church here
Come jump in this ride
Might make you just hop out the car and get your bible
My heart jumpin’ like the judge when he ’bout to give my dawg 75 and hit the hammer
Man, I couldn’t budge, dropped the tail when I turned around, looked at his mama
‘Cause fake friends disappear like the time on the Rollie on your hands, ayy
Mama say a prayer for us, hope you hear our blessings, even though we drinking Henny
Ayy, slanging dope still
Smoke about a whole field, bitches give me no chill
I supply the whole meal, I just hope he don’t tell
‘Cause murder give me no chill
Father God, our father
Father God, our father
Elijah the 13th, drinking on Louis the 13th, it’s PG-13
Ayy, Al Pacino his first screen
Young Morocco he was 13

[Belly:]
Getting drunk, I’m telling sober truths, oh poo
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Lately I’ve been on that 42, shorty too
Just say your goodbyes
Getting drunk, I’m telling sober truths, oh poo
Say goodbye, say goodbye
Lately I’ve been on that 42, shorty too
Just say your goodbyes