Standin' on all ten, no matter if I lose or win
Can't no situation make me fold, I don't care what I'm in
All this fuckin' trauma got me stiff so I ain't makin' friends
Better stand on all that shit you sayin' when we stand on your twin
If you ain't my brother, I don't smile a grin
**** get wet up, then grab the towel and try to throw it in
I ain't duckin' smoke, now I'm goin' in
Talk too much 'bout business, we gon' leave him, there we go again
My scars permanent, rockin' all these tennis chains, but I ain't seen a tournament
Went and got a condo just to trap, I ain't even furnish it
Actin' like it's smoke, then drop yo' dot so we can burn that shit
Ain't no handout, had to earn that shit
Streets got my heart cold, I wish I could return that shit
She showed me love, then took it back, I couldn't even learn that shit
Lookin' back, what I know now, I should've just curbed that bitch
But everybody fuck up, you see all these VVS' everybody bust up
We walk in the room, everybody shut the fuck up
If you see the car, then it's too late, you should've ducked, ducked
She know I'm a real one, she won't try me like no sucka
Big stepper, and my money talk, Chris Tucker
I get chills in my body every time I touch her
I catch a hundred bodies if a **** touch her
Back against the wall, they prayin' that I fall
I'm prayin' that I ball
Got a pretty model bitch prayin' that I call
I'm picky about who I hit 'cause I like fuckin' raw
So I ain't fuckin' off
She wanna suck me soft
But after she suck me off, she prolly gon' go tell the blogs
Then my girl go check my texts and go through all my logs
And question me 'bout unknown numbers and why I'm ignorin' calls
Then bring up all my flaws
Like, "Where you was on Monday?", "I was with my dogs"
"What about Wednesday?", "I was with you, I took the whole day off"
If you make her insecure, that shit is bound to fall
You lose your home for a hotel, then you is not a boss
But everybody fuck up, you see all these VVS' everybody bust up
We walk in the room, everybody shut the fuck up
If you see the car, then it's too late, you should've ducked, ducked
She know I'm a real one, she won't try me like no sucka
Big stepper, and my money talk, Chris Tucker
I get chills in my body every time I touch her
I'll catch a hundred bodies if a **** touch her

Writer(s): Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, David Doman & Ezemdi Chikwendu.