I sat down with a gun to my head You told me not to move with a gun to my head I sat down with a gun to my head You told me not to move it (with a gun to my head) I've been out of sight, out of mind With a gun in my bed And I've been out of sight, out of mind I ain't never been that hard to find Let's just tip on the ride, mm Out of sight, out of mind You never see my business online, yeah, yeah No, we don't talk all the time Do you still miss me when I'm out of sight, out of mind? Oh, yeah, oh, yeah I sat down We can go there, just point it out (with a gun to my head) Girl, I know you love it We can never go over budget I can take you where homie doesn't Tell 'bout your purse he don't really love you Bringing me back on the subject We could never go over budget When I get you, it's no discussion You back on track like DJ mustard Get the business like you on the board And we finna go overboard And we finna tape it, hold record Playing when I'm not around Playing it without the sound For the fact, I had her screaming: Yeezus, now you know the lord Told you, I'ma get you something magic, mm Say your grace, I'll get yo' ass fixed I need to get behind it like some ad-libs I need fifty percent just like the taxes Out of sight, out of mind (I said no, I sat down) You never see my business online, yeah, yeah No, we don't talk all the time (if you told me how) Do you still miss me when I'm out of sight, out of mind? Oh, yeah, oh, yeah I said no, I sat down Gun to my head, head-head-head If you told me how I sat down Tell 'bout your purse he don't really love you He don't really love you, he don't really love you He don't really love you Tell 'bout your purse he don't really love you He don't really love you, he don't really love you He don't deserve to love you Tell 'bout your purse he don't really love you He don't deserve to love you (no) He don't deserve to love you Tell 'bout your purse he don't really love, tell 'bout your purse he don't really love I sat down, I sat down with a gun to my head Hold me down All that other shit is dead Tell 'bout your purse he don't really love you He don't deserve to love you He don't deserve to love you, he don't deserve to love you He don't deserve to love you Tell 'bout your purse he don't really love you Tell me this, this the bad news Chris missy picked out bad shoes Had the love, throw it at you Wu-tang forever, bitch, cash rules Ku-tang forever, bitch Like: Who asked you? And I'm looking like: Who asked you? I sat down with a gun to my head You told me not to move it All the bitches dead, mm, mm, mm Do you even remember what we bought today? You ain't even remember why we fall today (no) [Mumble] alternate, [mumble] this is all for me Find this shit in your signal Find this shit in your WhatsApp Find this and you delete it Ayy, bitch, tell me, what's that I don't know where you was at Tell me now where you was at Tell me now where you was at, tell me now where you was that Find this shit in your signal Find this shit in your WhatsApp Find this and you'll delete it Ayy, bitch, what was that Ayy, bitch, what was that Ayy, bitch, what was that Tell me where you was at, tell me where you was at I sat down (I sat down) with a gun to my head If you hold me down, I swear, all them other bitches dead Take this vow, take my vow with a gun to my head (no) Promise you now all them other bitches dead Pium Hahaha