Accidents Happen (with Lil Tjay)

Baby need shoes, mama need a house
Goin' through racks again
Baby momma bitchin' 'bout another bitch
And I got 'em racks again
Caught me down when I was slippin'
But I promise I'll never lack again
My shooter trigger finger itchy, nigga
Might just hit you on accident

Reload the strap again
We comin' back again
You double crossed on a nigga
We hit him and it ain't by accident
Throwin' new racks again
Blowin' through stacks again
Hella new plaques again
Spittin' these facts again

Sippin' the dirtiest, baby
The shipment come, we get the earliest, baby
I'ma spend it, I'm courteous, baby
The first to the fuckin' 30th baby
It ain't a place a nigga can't go
One Umbrella, that's the fuckin' gang though
Had to imprint it on a chain though
Switchin' different whips like I'm lil' Django

I done came up from the sidewalk
Now I rap, nigga, used to slang dope
From the fistfights to the shootouts
In the parking lot and now it's bankroll
Was a broke nigga, now I came up
I don't do this shit to entertain ya
Can't believe I even got this famous
Yesterday I was grippin' on a stainless

I was sellin' dope from out the Popeyes
I was whippin' corner, counter-clockwise
Tryna get the Porsche with the frog eyes
Sellin' dope, a niggas should be top five
Got extended clip inside a Glock-9
It was never times I forgot mine
If a nigga trippin', turn to Columbine
Shootin' anybody, that his shots find

Niggas said that they deserve my position
But them pussy niggas, they did not grind
If we talkin' 'bout shit that separates me and you, nigga, it's a long line
I done came through, Bentayga Bentley
Never thought that I'd be seein' this
When I was young and I was playin' Sega Genesis
Pancake seats made at Denny's, that's real nigga shit
We don't pay a bitch nigga debt
Bet your life on the line
'Cause we don't make lil' nigga bets, nah

Look at all this dope, it ain't by accident
Bitch nigga, I'm froze, it ain't on accident
She gon' give me that throat, it ain't on accident
Fuck nigga, just know
Throwin' more racks again
Blowin' through stacks again
Bitch, I might back the Benz, it ain't on accident
Backin' that back again (Oh)
You fucked up my stacks up again (Oh)
Nigga get clapped again (Grrr), it ain't on accident

Shitted on 'em, so I know they mad
Copped my freezer from AZ in Rollie bag
Grippied up, we don't care where the police at
And we scorin', fuckboy, where yo' homies at?
Niggas know us, we 'bout it, we love to drill
So my youngins be on that, they love the field
We pull up, we blastin' this shit for real
Momma said, "It's for nothin', you need to chill"

I'm goin' off, still on that gang shit
But I told you, ain't lane switchin'
I catch a lick, it ain't really 'bout shit
We gon' spin off the strip and just change whips
Ain't no security with me, we totin' like fifty
That's life with the gang slip
But fuck it, we live how I live
And I know what I did, plus it's too late to change shit

Ain't not fightin', the Glock rearrange shit
If you tryna meet death, I'll arrange it
In the foreign, I pick up your main bitch
She was suckin' my dick, and I came quick
I ain't even gon' talk on the opp side
Y'all could say what y'all want, but do not slide
Caught him slippin', he ran in to Popeyes
Everybody all tough 'til them shots fly, gang (Grrr)

Look at all this dope, it ain't by accident
Bitch nigga, I'm froze, it ain't on accident
She gon' give me that throat, it ain't on accident
Fuck nigga, just know
Throwin' more racks again
Blowin' through stacks again
Bitch, I might back the Benz, it ain't on accident
Backin' that back again
You fucked up my stacks up again
Nigga get clapped again (Grrr), it ain't on accident