For all them hoes that was frontin' on ******s back in the days, man

(This for my broke jiggy ******s)

You know what I'm saying?

Excuse me, ****** out my face

They say wealth is in the mind, not the pocket

I learned that from a very wise man

Gotta pocket full of stones like Pimp say

Okay excuse me, Mr. Bill Collector, I got problems

My check arrive mañana, I'ma pay my debt, I promise

I spent 20 thousand dollars with my partners in Bahamas

Another 20 thousand dollars on Rick Owens out in Barneys

I said excuse me, why the ****** you lookin'? What's your problem?

I swear we gon' have drama if you touch my tailored garments

All you see is ******s here, so that means it's triggers there

What you mean? We got ******, and ******* and bricks for sale

I bet a lot of ******s plottin' so you know I got that heater, bruh

Drive my side of Harlem, catch me ridin' with my nina, bruh

She got an apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruh

Oh you mean like Q-Tip? Now that girl my new ******

Excuse me, no, I believe the proper term's excuse you

I could switch up on you ******s and start ******ttin' if I choose to

That's when the new you becomin' different since they knew you

I guess the new me is just gon' take some gettin' used to

Excuse me, I tell them they're excused

What's the word around town, tell me what's the latest news

And uh, who them ******s, I tell 'em we them dudes

Ain't got time to make excuses bruh we steady making moves

And I, run the game even when they bend the rules

I pay very close attention after that I pay my dues

And uh, excuse me, may I be excused?

Cause I gave this ******t my all, ain't got nothing left to lose

Tell me why these little ******s talking like they killas, bruh

Nowadays these ******s always caught up in they feelings, bruh

But I stay 100 cause you know I keep it trilla, bruh

Mobbin like 2Pacalypse or Bishop how I Hit 'Em Up

Fill 'em up with lyrics, bury all my victims, kill 'em

Dig 'em up again, to say I did it

Snitch, excuse me, mind your business, bruh

Swear that you could get it, girl

She a fa******on killa, huh? Killa girl, I'm a go-getter, she get it, girl

Flacko, where you been? I've been thuggin' with my ******s, bruh

Flacko, how you been? I'm still thuggin' with my ******s, bruh

Flacko, where you been? I've been thuggin' with my ******s, bruh

Flacko, how you been? I've been thuggin' with my...

Buggin' with my ******s, go sluggin'

Tell me who ******' with my ******s

Who run it, my ******s, ****** the fussin', they buckin' and bussin'

Now ******s slump over Robitussin in public

Cup full of purple substance or something

My ******s, the only thing that move me:

'Excuse me'

Excuse me, I tell them they're excused

What's the word around town, tell me what's the latest news

And uh, who them ******s, I tell 'em we them dudes

Ain't got time to make excuses bruh we steady making moves

And I, run the game even when they bend the rules

I pay very close attention after that I pay my dues

And uh, excuse me, may I be excused?

Cause I gave this ******t my all, ain't got nothing left to lose

Flacko (x12)