b4 the show Lyrics

Yeah, in the backseat with my hoe

We've been fucking on the counter

Take it to the bed

End up on the floor

RIP my niggas, dead

Sip a pint of red right before the show

Girl this foreign don't go slow

Think it's murder she wrote

Okay, like, oh

I just need one good reason why I come back to you

Tell me what you say

The way she run from the truth

Try not to panic

Yeah, girl, we in code red

Like, don't stop shooting until he's dead

Three shots to the head, ok, like

Woah

Your girl calling, hello

She like, Jayy, you're the best

I know

Balenciaga my body, I go

Don't panic

All of my sticks automatic

Made it happen, yeah, I got the advantage

Like, if you have it, then, I already had it

I manage

Blat

Like, pull up, you know where I'm at

Like, rocking Tom Ford

Then, I bought me a track

Like, your girl going to give me head in the cat

Oh, wow

Cat

Like, fuck on your lil bitch's cat

Yeah, I keep poison because I don't fuck with rats

And keep it real because I can see through the mask, woah

Next time, don't say that you love me

Say you did your best, that shit is funny

You've been putting everything above me

But, I really found my way

I'm lucky

I don't fuck with them, I fuck with money

Remember when I couldn't get one to hug me

Now, I fuck with them if they're lucky

Yeah, in the backseat with my hoe

We've been fucking on the counter

Take it to the bed

End up on the floor

RIP my niggas, dead

Sip a pint of red right before the show

Girl this foreign don't go slow

Think it's murder she wrote

Okay, like, oh

I just need one good reason why I come back to you

Tell me what you say

The way she run from the truth

Try not to panic

Yeah, girl, we in code red

Like, don't stop shooting until he's dead

Three shots to the head, ok, like