text: Makers
  Run that back, Turbo
  Heres a tissue, wipe the tears from your eye 
  Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin in the sky 
  You get your wish, we got them sticks and we gon slide 
  Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay all eyes 
  Shoot like Derek Fisher, aint no nigga cross the line 
  Told her I aint got no mistress, but I know she think Im lyin
  Oh, you can be my vibe but Im not lookin for a bride 
  Six, seven, eight, nine foreigns when I open the garage 
  Niggas pillow talking, I can barely get a time 
  Dead fresh, out a coffin, Playboy VLONE cover my spine 
  Fuck that extra talkin, pull up, spin the whole block, and then ride 
  Dracos, ARs, Glocks, and carbons, put in the work for your side 
  Keepin it real, I just had to realize 
  Got caught and he aint tell, he stood up and took the time 
  I got them on my trail and I still aint in my prime 
  Im just tryna live, keep my people out of bounds 
  I done kept it solid, this shit ours, it aint mine 
  I done changed the climate, got this fuckin money flyin 
  Backwood fill of Biscotti and I heard you smokin pine 
  Barely see somebody, to that bullshit, I went blind 
  Heres a tissue, wipe the tears from your eye 
  Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin in the sky 
  You get your wish, we got them sticks and we gon slide 
  Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay all eyes 
  Shoot like Derek Fisher, aint no nigga cross the line 
  Told her I aint got no mistress, but I know she think Im lyin
  Oh, you can be my vibe but Im 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, yeah
  My little shooters stay on point, all I do is throw assists
  We locked in together forever, thats if Im poor or rich
  Make em call me Papa Bear, the way I get that porridge
  Walk inside the club and it start stormin
  I came in a foreign, I cant stop from goin in
  Got too many dawgs who in the sky, cant let em score again
  Ask God for forgiveness, then go out and commit sin again
  They say that we already won, Im tryna win again, yeah
  Heres a tissue, wipe the tears from your eye 
  Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin in the sky 
  You get your wish, we got them sticks and we gon slide 
  Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay all eyes 
  Shoot like Derek Fisher, aint no nigga cross the line 
  Told her I aint got no mistress, but I know she think Im lyin
  Oh, you can be my vibe but Im not lookin for a bride 
  Six, seven, eight, nine foreigns when I open the garage