Baby I get wavey every time I hit the dope

Remember days when I had nothin heat the house up with the stove

Me and momma use to be on the beat so broke

Me and homie sharin clothes

Me and homie sharin clothes

Get a cup and get a scale to make a band to eat a meal

Got a cup full of juice I'm trappin outside of the rental

Bitch you catch me creepin i been lurkin in the window

She been feeling on my pants its my dick it is extendo

Flip a brick and got everything that I ever fucking wanted

But it feels like I’ve been haunted ever since I was a kid

See the shadows in my room, telling me I need to quit

What’s the point of me living if i keep living with this sin

What’s the point of me praying if I ain’t got no one to pray to

Bitch say she love me but she lying out her fake tooth

Stupid bitch, swear to god that I hate you

I hate the fact that I will never fucking change you

I want a Beretta, I’m getting this chedda, the dope take control if I let it

I ain’t no tella, someday you see me do betta but right now it’s kinda whatever

I get her wetta, Glock for my ghutta bruddas any weather, grabbin choppas out the cella

223. Bust your melon, and I’m kicking fantas

Sippin’ dirty Fanta out the double cup and I’m getting wavy as I creep up on her bubblebutt

Ask pussy boy how I hit em with the uppercut

Stomp em, stomp em, make em freeze

I ain’t stopping till I see him deceased

I ain’t stopping till I scatter his teeth

Stomp em, stomp em, in the street

Stomp em, stomp em, in the street

Stomp em, stomp em, in the street