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Intro
Ns got me back on that shit again, na.
I just smoked a na with my Rollie on—
It's been a wild night, n***a.
Verse
Pissin' on my hands,
I just smoked a na with my Rollie on.
Why he mad tryna fight in Ruth's Chris? His brodie gone.
AMG, it park itself—don't get too close, I get to blowin'.
I'm with Marley pourin' 4s, we got that drank—it's Wock galore.
Don't want no squares, I need a whore, she on the blade, she doin' porn.
Caught a opp at granny house, ain't make it in—he on the floor.
They want me rappin', doin' tours, I'm in the field, we tryna score.
Na mad we took his kit, ain't gettin' it back and that's for sure.
Ion measure, I just pour.
Killed him anyways—
But he really from Sac, he wasn't a score.
Ain't just rappin', this true story.
Listen close and you might know it.
Drove by then made a left, we got on feet and got to blowin'.
They was duckin', tryna run—
I hear sirens, bro, he done.
Another body, this shit fun.
I told bro, 'Until we kill baby brother, we ain't done.'
Na, you ain't caught no bodies on this side—on my son.
Shred ns think it's safe, I'm in the South, we on a hunt.
Na Zy, you a bitch, quit all that textin' when you drunk.
You ain't tryna link—I get a drop, I'll sit on it for months.
I was 17 with 50K, 19, 200 up.
Did him bad with the Drac, now I got blood all on my gloves.
All this shit I did, I might not go to Heaven—life was hell.
Before I let a opp smoke me, I'll spend my life in jail.
Bussin' down hella burpees, doin' push-ups in my cell.
How you fake your death and thinkin' you a gangsta? You a clown.
We let ns claim, but they know we knocked 'em down.
Shot him waist up—
Hit him in his face for tryna play tough.
These ns dissin' me to get they rank up,
Lyin' like they spinnin' through that one—that's where they can't come.
