Row of baddies
Daddy issues
Taking Xany, shit'll kill you
All my crew
Always miss you

Rip
You know I miss you

I love them dope boys
Sip on that lean
Fuck'em all
To the indie iron
Love the gold teeth
Saying all me
Didn't know the whole me
Boy, I was a beast

I'mma leave you
I'mma leave you like a deadbeat
I'mma leave you
I'mma leave you like a deadbeat
I'mma leave you like a deadbeat
Dead

None of my crew got a father figure
But all of my crew make a father figure
The bigger the figure
The more that they listen
They listen and figures
They seeing a vision

Young Oprah on the track
Singing peppermints just like
All the money Daddy sent them to the
Now, I'm talking on this track
Tell you where I'm really at
What that mean
I've been hanging, building
Now I'll never call you back

I'mma leave you
I'mma leave you like a deadbeat
I'mma leave you
I'mma leave you like a deadbeat
I'mma leave you like a deadbeat
Dead

Dead
Dead
Dead
I'mma leave you like a deadbeat

Back at it with my
Back at it with my bae
Back at it with my
So I'mma leave you like a deadbeat
Dead