58 back!

You got, you, you got potential

You got, you, you got potential

Gone slide thru the three don't text no phone cause

Bitch, you know we on that

Ho on me bad, she tryna fuck her

**** mad, come get your shit back

I just one night her

I won't court her, sport her, and I won't lock in

Me and J4 verse the world, you know I'm killin' bout my kin

I'm the type, gon' love my bitch, but I'm not sweet

I'm still gon' dog em

He tried to run from 762s

He must don't know these hoes gon' hawk him

I was done back on my rap, shit took a break

Just like Bryson

Caught three charges back in henry county

I was beatin, shit like Mike Tyson

Know, I'm gon' buck, don't test your luck

Your best bet is to duck that taco

Got all the hoes, even cholos

It's bitches mad, I got her vato

Been got M4, in the bed

Her ass be lyin, know I don't give up head

And I was brought up by my pops

Know I bang that green, black, and red

I bang for boo, don't think you safe

I'll snake you too

And can't no hoe, penny pinch me

He already know my pockets blue

Huh, yeah

And buddy mad, his pole got took

If you wasn't thinking with your dick

You'd have your shit, you fuckin' rook

Talmbout"spin and spin again"

Like bitch, I spin when I get bored

Left em pissy scared & shakin

Had him callin' on the Lord

And I can't chat with no

Broke ho conversation he can't afford

And that heart under my eye

It was the tat yo ho adored

So many cars, but I can't drive

So you know my brothers work the wheel

Catch Luh Vile up in that field

You know I'm going for the

Gone slide thru the three don't text no phone cause

Bitch, you know we on that

Ho on me bad, she tryna fuck her

**** mad, come get your shit back

I just one night her

I won't court her, sport her, and I won't lock in

Me and J4 verse the world, you know I'm killin' bout my kin

He touchin' pape, you know I gotta have em

I'm deep up in them pockets

She tryna pop it for IG

I know the real, you luh ho, stop it

And them dead bodies don't count

C, sucked him up, they gave him here

Ain't hear me comin' from round that

Corner creep up on em blow off his ear

And I been knew I wrote heat

Shit, I might just burn up my wires

Bitches been knew, I was crazy

Why you mad, I poked them tires?

And don't ask me what's gon' happen

Bitch, you must be the police

A1 asked for"Off The Rip"

I know she said"Prada my niece"

And J4 snappin' hard as fuck

Like luh bruh just got in the game

And it don't matter who don't make it

Knowin' us, we sharin fame