I ain't felt nothin', yeah

Took one back to the head

Woke up my friend back to the dead

Back to the front and back to the jail

Yeah, yeah, say what? He never fold no trendy

Baby, hit me like tendy

You get jumped by the family

Bro got done, yeah, he down (wait)

Oh, hair shot for a brim (grrt)

Tracks like the hoe he ran

He-he came back, next shit was Sam

You don't want pain, you just a lil' fam

Yeah, I can't blame her 'cause she a tam

Shots, shots to her face, shot into the head

Broke sticks in hand, it been a fail

Bitch, don't mess with me, I'm tryna share your sticks

I know that shit was unfair

That shit was unfair

How we move? Your **** lookin' paranoid

Headshot, arm shot, they lookin' serious

Headshot, arm shot, splatted from the bun

Hell yeah, that boy got hit in the permanent

Ice cream cake smeared all over my face, hell yeah, didn't know that

Smell like I farted

I was just makin' lil' tunes

I ain't never think that I was gon' go charted

I'm just B.O.T.

When I write things, I feel like it's more important

I forget everything

I forget everything, my mic a lil' storage

(Yeah)

And they got too comfortable, I'm sure

And I'm sure that was unprovoked

And they got too comfortable

Damn sure that was unprovoked

Lock on the knife, then give 'em strokes

I smoke that gas, that leave you toast

I got a bag, don't mean to boast

You don't get no bands, that shit for sure

Don't take her out, you cheap, lil' bro

Look how I still cheese on my ho

He's a co-head, shit, something like that, man

Crash, crash, ****, run it, that's semi

Just max wax, where I get all my bills?

My chest fat like Buddha, my brother

My body that fatty, you catch me, y'all fannin'

I should come spankin' her, her face so I had none

And she said she jackin' me, that bitch a tenor

She livin' real free in my head like a tenor

Yeah, I got that ball, yeah, just like a Benne

I got that ball, yeah, just like a Benne

I'm fuckin' with this bitch, she brought me some Henne

I'm fuckin' with this bitch, but why I can't hug her?

I'm fuckin' with this bitch, but why I can't love her?

If she gettin' mad, that's why I can't suck her

'Cause I got a track mind, he from a plug town

Look, one of these **** run up, tryna cut somethin'

I'ma fuckin' cut somethin'

And they got too comfortable

Comfortable

Com-com-com-comfortable

And they got too comfortable

Yeah, them socks was unproof

I come up nice and give a stroke

I smoke that gas, it leave you roasted

I'ma smoke that gas, it leave you toasted

I'ma smoke that gas, it leave you roasted

I'ma smoke that gas, it leave you toasted

It leave you toasted, it leave you, it leave you

Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm

Mm-mm, mm-mm

Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm