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I'm in a mood to kick my feet up, guess I had to watch some Reno

Make some moves to put my heat up, butt on my bed and light a pre-roll

I can't lose with all these racks, the duffel bag is full of 'Cinos

Say no clues to where I'm at, me and my bitch is incognito

On the news, I see my face up on the TV, just caught a Rico

Bought some tools, a murder case, I'm movin' 'em keys all on the D-low

Fuck the rules, I'm on the chase and leavin' a stone like El Camino

I been cruisin' outta state, a nigga been movin' incognito

Me and my bitch been on the run and shawty really my day one

She never switched on me for nothin', she not like niggas where I'm from

She keep it solid, never front, and held the blick when things got hunnid

Split the bag and said we stuntin', told the law we ain't see nothin'

Ride the plug, 400 bands, me and my bitch sit up out the van

Hit the stash, she changed the plan, niggas won't see our face again

Caught some cases, skipped the Raymans, lawyer done said they buildin' statement

Me and my bitch got planned vacations, told me to move with no engagements

Feds is tappin' every call, burner phone in every wall

Shawty said we stay on the phone, knew she meant that through it all

Crashed the whip, burned the plates, left the city, change our face

Now we sleepin' outta state, duffel bag we stole on place

We hit the bank and then hit the strap, wash the cash, and double back

She counted the money in her lap and threw that shit in the duffel bag

She got game, not just looks, she ride-or-die, I'm cuffin' that

She got my back, she here for good, you bustin' me, she bustin' back

When I was strapped, she held the wheel, did the dash like it was real

Broad day, no time to kneel, told me shoot before you feel

I had my name on every dawg, bounty posters 'round the block

Only time that we checked the clock's when we schemin' on yo' watch

Yeah, she been with me through the mud, cleaned the blood, and ditched the gloves

Never ran, not even once, shawty really not the one

Put her life up in my hands, I put mine right back in hers

We ain't crashin' for no man, we gon' ride out 'til it burns

Now pay attention to the script 'cause there's some shit that's 'bout to twist

When everythin' was goin' smooth, I peeped some shit about this bitch

My ride-or-die been actin' funny, talkin' slick about some shit

I seen her droppin' the location and she slid up out that bitch

I called her phone and blew it up, she hit deny and ain't pick up

I started checkin' for my bread, the money gone, like, what the fuck?

I heard police outside the door, then niggas yellin', "Just give up"

I hit the window, jumped out, and started runnin' to the truck

My engine roarin', heart bangin', this the bitch I used to trust

This the bitch I used to fuck, how my bitch just set me up?

What happened to the ride-or-die and all the shit she used to bug?

Now I'm on a murder mission with a burner and a grudge

And her location still active, dumb ho ain't even check

I tracked the ping to outta town, now I'm comin' for her neck

Made it there by break of dawn, parked the whip, and checked the vest

Started creepin' to the door, heart beatin' through my chest, wait

And now I'm walkin' slow, tippin' in

Seen a nigga countin' all my money like that shit was his

I can see him laughin' on the couch with all my dividends

I can feel the demon in my heart, it start the kickin' in

Shawty turned and looked at me, the look she had was sickenin'

Homie started rushin' me, I squeeze the Glock and pushed it in

Told that bitch, "Just look at me, remember what we coulda been"

And then I closed my eyes, all I heard was tricklin'

I'm in a mood to kick my feet up, guess I had to watch some Reno

Make some moves to put my heat up, butt on my bed, and light a pre-roll

I can't lose with all these racks, the duffel bag is full of 'Cinos

Say no clues to where I'm at, me and my bitch is incognito

On the news, I see my face up on the TV, just caught a Rico

Bought some tools, a murder case, I'm movin' 'em keys all on the D-low

Fuck the rules, I'm on the chase and leavin' a stone like El Camino

I been cruisin' outta state, a nigga been movin' incognito

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