Excuse Me

(For all them hoes that was frontin' on niggas back in the days, man) you know I'm sayin'?

This for my broke jiggy niggas right now, you know? (Excuse me, fuck 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 this shit) uh, yeah

Okay, excuse me

Mr. Bill Collector, I got problems

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

I spent twenty thousand dollars with my partners in Bahamas

Another twenty thousand dollars on Rick Owens out in Barneys

I said: Excuse me

Why the fuck you lookin'? What's your problem?

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

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

What you mean? We got weed, and codeine, and bricks for sale

(Excuse me) I bet a lot of niggas plottin', so you know I got that heater, bruh

(Excuse me) drive my side of Harlem, catch me ridin' with my nina, bruh

(Excuse me) she got an apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruh

Oh, you mean like Q-Tip?

Now that girl my new bitch

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

I could switch up on you niggas and start shittin' 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 niggas? I tell 'em we them dudes

Ain't got time to make excuses, bruh, we steady makin' 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 shit my all, ain't got nothin' left to lose

Tell me why these little niggas talkin' like they killas, bruh

Nowadays, these niggas always caught up in their 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 fashion killa, huh?

Killa girl, I'm a go-getter, she get it, girl

Flacko, where you been?

I've been thuggin' with my niggas, bruh

Flacko, how you been?

I'm still thuggin' with my niggas, bruh

Flacko, where you been?

I've been thuggin' with my niggas, bruh

Flacko, how you been?

I've been thuggin' with my

Buggin' with my niggas, gold sluggin'

Tell me who fuckin' with my niggas

Who run it? My niggas, fuck the fussin', they buckin' and bussin'

Now niggas slump over Robitussin in public

Cup full of purple substance or something

My niggas, 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 niggas? I tell 'em we them dudes

Ain't got time to make excuses, bruh, we steady makin' 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 shit my all, ain't got nothin' left to lose

Flacko, Flacko, Flacko

Flacko, Flacko, Flacko

Flacko, Flacko, Flacko

Flacko, Flacko, Flacko