[Chorus x2 - kendall morgan]

Don't come around again

I believe it, I believe it.

[Verse 1 - yo gotti]

When a nigga talk dope, they don't never speak about the truth

They don't never speak about you

When a nigga talk real, you don't even know how it feel

How you gon' tell me what it is

When a nigga say gotti, all they know is leer and maserati

All they know is turnin' up the party

All they know is young nigga with a whole bunch of rollies

All they know is young nigga gon' catch a body

When a nigga say north, nigga talkin' bout jumpin off the porch

With a bag full of 50 st. croix

Nigga talkin' bout trying to fight a gun charge

Trying to fight a brick charge, lawyer ain't show up in court

When a nigga say trial, nigga talkin' bout gambling with his life

That's how a nigga really earn his stripes

When them niggas say he don't fuck with me like I fuck with him

He ain't finna do something right

That nigga finna snitch, man I knew that nigga was a bitch

Man I knew that nigga wasn't shit

He ain't got no heart, man I knew that nigga was risk

Should've killed him when he we went on that lick

When them niggas say bang, nigga they be talking bout my squad

Nigga they be talkin bout my cars

When they say white, nigga they be talkin bout bricks

I'll buy that shit off of black card, talk to em.

[Chorus x2]

Don't come around again

I believe it, I believe it.

[Verse 2 - yo gotti]

When them niggas say bitch, we don't really mean no harm

She ain't gotta be so offensed

When a nigga say ho, ain't say you know what you is

Shawty you ain't got to be so defensive

Niggas say you bad, that's a compliment, not literally

Half naked pictures, but you lookin' for a gentleman

Instagram your whole life after the pull of trying to get your followers up

Sold your soul to the internet

Damn, damn right it's a cold world

Losing sleep by my little girl

Damn mariah hope you don't be like maliah

Damn sure hope you don't be like oh girl

True when a nigga say he like you

Niggas sayin' what he gon' do?

Tell a nigga he a lie

Tell him that a real bad bitch get his own so that money can't buy

When a nigga say he ballin, ask him where his title and his deeds at

Not where his clothes and his keys at

Ask him if he ring, tell him that your daddy was a real baller

He was blowin' money by the seasons

Let him know you good, left a couple mil in the will for you

Big burner rays right that'll kill for you

Mama broke bad, left a nigga down bad

I ain't trippin, don't show I'm still here for you.

[Chorus x2]

Don't come around again

I believe it, I believe it.