(I wanna, be alone)

(Alone, with you)

It’s like 10 A-Clock in the Studio

Kicking shit smokin’ dope you know

Long Live Wop, Long Live Tkuddha, Rest In Peace Big O

New pole on the floor, that’s fosho

(And hide you in my Treasure Chest)

VSG

She gon’ say that I ain’t right, because am the one who left

By myself all through the night, no i was asking for help

And when that backend came in I spend a bag on myself

When that backend came in I dropped them racks on myself

Yeah, Old school style Red that bitch look like Candy

Bad bitch off the percocets so she can’t understand me

Uh I’m just trynna slut her out, she trynna start a family

Get them packs and flood the block and send em back to Miami

Li’ Tee going sandy, that means he “Goes Nuts”

Met a li’ bitch and she was on Country shit so I hit her back of the truck

Tell me Wassup? You can full em drugs and come take a ride wit’ a thug

Them **** know they ain’t fuckin’ wit us, fuck **** tell me how many shots we ducked?

When we hit they block, we gonna pop that car hop out and light it up

I’m wit a bad li’ bitch who gon’ let me fuck then turn around and gimme a buck

Just like High Five

Li’ Tee, you runnin’ it up and I’m knowing’ that you proud of us

Know you my slime, hope you never switch up

Got two sticks in the middle of the club, Yeah

All cause of the drugs, that’s the reason that I’m sleep

I was getting **** shot at when I had fall off wit’ 3

And when that bitch lied to me, I ain’t even to much tweak

I just hit the gas jumped on the road, and we pulled up on (?)

Yea we selling them packs, but li’ tee never dont go for the low, and not for the cheap

Cause that’s that fye, and I’m trynna serve me a bag

In the back of the motherfuckin’ Jeep

Just like High Five

Told bro gimme a new Dap, cause I just matched a big booty freak

And then put her out, cause bitch I’m Before My Time

And I’m finna drop like next week