(Makers)
(Run that back, Turbo)
Here's a tissue, wipe the tears from your eye
Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin' in the sky
You get your wish, you grab them sticks and we gon' slide
Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay all eyes
Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain't no **** cross that line
Told her I ain't got no mistress, but I know she think I'm lyin'
Oh, you can be vibe but I'm not lookin' for a bride
Six, seven, eight, nine foreigns when I open the garage
**** pillow talkin', I can't barely get the time
Dead fresh, out a coffin, Playboy and VLONE cover my spine
Fuck that extra talkin', pull up, spin a whole block and then ride
Draco, AR's, Glocks and carbon, put in the work for your side
Keepin' it real, I just had to realize
Got caught and he ain't tell, he stood up and took the time
I got 'em on my trail and I still ain't in my prime
I'm just tryna live, keep my people out of bounds
I done kept it solid, this shit ours, it ain't mine
I done changed the climate, got this fuckin' money flyin'
Backwood full of Biscotti, and I heard you smokin' pine
Barely see somebody, to that bullshit I went blind
Here's a tissue, wipe the tear from your eye
Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin' in the sky
You get your wish, you grab them sticks and we gon' slide
Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay all eyes
Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain't no **** cross that line
Told her I ain't got no missions, but I know she think I'm lyin'
Oh, you can be my vibe, but I'm not lookin' for a bride
Six, seven, eight, nine, foreigns when I open the garage
Penthouse feel like heaven when I wake from a ménage
I got every kinda color car in my garage
Intercontinental with my bitch and a massage
Buy a lot of diamonds, I flash my money, I like to floss
My lil' shooters stay on-point
All I do is throw assists
We locked in together forever, that's if I'm poor or rich
Make 'em call me Papa Bear, the way I get that porridge
Walk inside the club, man, they start stormin'
I came in the foreign
I can't stop from goin' in
Got too many dawgs who in the sky, can't let 'em score again
Ask God for forgiveness, then go out and commit sin again
They say we already won, I'm tryna win again, yeah
Here's a tissue, wipe the tears from your eye
Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin' in the sky
You get your wish, you grab them sticks and we gon' slide
Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay all eyes
Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain't no **** cross that line
Told her I ain't got no missions, but I know she think I'm lyin'
Oh, you can be my vibe, but I'm not lookin' for a bride
Six, seven, eight, nine, foreigns when I open the garage

Writer(s): Chandler Durham & Sergio Kitchens.