Started in the trap, now I'm a plug nigga
Lil bitch you know you dealin' with a drug dealer
All this gold on me, I’m looking for a gold digger
It ain't her fault, I guess she used to fuckin' broke niggas
No clothes in the closet, it's all birds
No sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds
No luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds
And I ain't going back, I'ma ball first
Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin 'round to come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again
Bandits at 8 o'clock move in behind us
Ten ME-109s out of the sun
Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them, I press down my guns