Between The Sheets Video (MV)

I be outside on the block gangbangin
Baby I ain't cheating this the trap phone rangin
Designer on my bag now she saying yes we made it
Ion do no handouts lil baby You better make it

Og told me I got nine shots at livin
You better put money in my books when I'm in prison
Hustlin in the streets you better get it how you live it
Cheatin on a nigga you getting slapped with this smithin

I can't lie you better run when there's red dots
Who shot? At they block cause the feds Hot

Lol I'm f*ckin laughin cause the opps down
They was mad
Now I'm da person they call pops now

What the f*ck can't put trust up in them goofy hoes
They set me up they acting up I'm on my nine toes

Now I can't lie I'm making money off these blind hoes
I'm sorry momma but the streets is saying vamanos

I put this mask on my face now I got nothing to lose
I'm sorry baby understand that I got loose screws
She hit me up like what the f*ck saying how could you
I broke her heart now she regret saying I love you

I can't lie sometimes I could be a peice of shit
I do her bad I do her worse I fell in love with it
I fell in love with it
Nobody cannot f*ck with it
If you f*cking with them opps then go duck with em

They not outside yeah I see them boys once a year
I blow this choppa at his head now he can't f*cking hear
He in da field he scared ass f*ck I could see the fear
Don't trust nobody I can't even trust the f*cking mirror

And I ain't playing when I say it keep it on the low
And free my brother cause he went down right before my show
Bounced out on opps hella f*cked up yeah we did the most
I miss my nigga swear to god this shit do me wrong

I miss my nigga I'm just waiting till he coming home
You got me f*cked up in the head so like leave me lone
And I be wanting to crash out but they saying No
We up the score we got it back so now we laying low