Hook

187 this a hot one, hit a **** with the boom just like a cop gun

The homie ask me for a brick and then I shot one, off the backboard miss the square because I'm not one

CENO get to busting it's a hot one, fuck that software **** gotta do a trial run

Iggy pop I need a wild one, so wide cant get around it like the bop gun

1st verse

My g homies whip them old schools then I got one

Start Hitting corners seen a bad bitch then I got one

Got plenty baby if u need u can adopt one

If the price is right but I just gotta keep the hot one

I'm feeling myself and these people like help they declining in health but I'm focused on wealth and my focus so focus at war with the hopeless this road got me all in the world by myself I look back at my trail no more drowning in sorrow no money to barrow can lend and forget and rest on a duvet u can bet I'm prepared to prepare for whatever cuz a **** like ahhhh

2nd verse

Life sentence this a hot one, dead on arrival get the job done

Before parole I was a problem, any bitch ass ness I'm like I got one

The lines that I spit unlimited Yayo

Weed exotic just follow the rainbow

Split yo melon we felons like Jayo

Post traumatic attacking wit grey go

People be stupid confusing what truth is, the truth is my lyrics must suffer from lupus so sick but yet healthy and help the with thought a la carte adversaries just rip them apart only bite and not bark unless I choose to spark it get dark and go park a son foolish to try me defy me defeat me not likely I probably got ape shit and break shit on the make shift like ahhh