Hours & Hours Interlude Lyrics

Fuck all that mob talk

No slatt slatt on my backpack

All it takes is one time for that one call and that's that

Running circles round you boys the way you always backtrack

Moving way too militant the way my niggas booted up

Hiding behind the internet tryna get computer love

Saw yo girl the other night that's a face only you could love

She already slid once and guess what I'm two and up

Now he talking rankings ever since he seen me Moving up

You want the validation

Do it out of consideration

Way too comfy at the top I guess I'm moving to the basement

Queen's gambit chess moves

You know I had to watch the placement

One wrong move will change the rules with how they playing Jenga

Crazy how fast that fast life will take ya

Crazy how fast that fast life will take ya

Fuck all that shooter talk

Dot's here with the FN

If he's moving shaky treat these hollow tips like best friends

Don't put a name on it

Unless you got a date for it

Leaving you damp with a headshot

Now you gotta brainstorm

And now it's back to business

Money missing you acting different

Saying that you wanna do it

Don't worry about it, I already did it

Concealing all your lies just to show me that you keep it hidden

Ain't got the love for him

He's at the stand like he's a witness

Thought that was my brother now this shit is getting kinda tricky

How we make amends and put our names right on the treaty

Rather you had stabbed me in my chest

Is that the way you'd treat me?

Ain't no love lost

Ain't no love found

Shit'll never be the same when you come around

Ain't no love lost

Ain't no love found

Now you looking at me different cause I found out