last chance

It's a real guy, Lil Baby Yeah, yeah, yeah I was counting up bands all night Like a motherfucking math class Run up on them boys, yeah, yeah, yeah We smoking gas Shawty was a fake, yeah, you know I had to pass Get inside the wraith shawty yeah This might be your last chance Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Jumping out the crib smelling like a fucking skunk in some foam runners Bank account so long, yeah, that shit look like a phone number Dunking on these hoes, yeah, like I play for the thunder Step back like I'm SGA, the way I like the chopper spray Boy, you better be scared, I don't got no bad aim Everywhere I go, yeah, these hoes say my name Ducking them bullets every day Wide body track hawk Look like a tank