It’s that DudeyLo **** man, every fuckin’ track you heard?

Shot after fuckin’ shot ****

Come here, like

Where the fuck is he—, (Ah, ah, ah)

Where the fuck is he going?

I was never a victim, was always the suspect

5ive got beat with the G, know he upset (**** got–) **** gotta be buggin', they don’t remember we just threw a dozen? (Late night–)

Late night, word to bro, we was huntin'

Oh Yay hit, ****, look at his stomach

On my block, **** never did na-da

And y’all cool with the ones that jack Rah-Rah

Stu-stupid **** when bye-bye

Literally, really put trust in a bop-bop

I’m on a drill like, "Bro, what the fuck? I think it’s some' goin' on with the gun"

And my moms call me like, "Dudey what’s up? I know it’s some' goin’ on with my son"

But I can’t let her see that I’m hurtin’, can’t let her see that I’m losin’ my focus

Ain’t make a song in two months like I’m bogus

Shit sad that the drugs is what helps my emotions

You ever been out in the cold, locked out of the crib and you cannot go home?

The only thing that I had was the bros, I put my life on the line for the Os

Like, this shit got serious (Serious)

Go-got what I want, then I’m stickin’ him (Then I'm stickin' him)

Make sure he dead, put the clip in him (Gimme' his—)

Try to run when I shoot then we trippin’ him (Like)

Walk him-walk him down, got to finish him (Come here)

After he dead, roll a zip of him (He gone)

Bro told me "Stop drillin’" (Like)

You point him out, we gon’ get him

But I told him I can’t, just like you I’m in love with feelin’

I was never the victim, I was always the suspect

5ive got beat with the G, know he upset

**** gotta be buggin', they don’t remember we just threw a dozen?

Late night, word to bro, we was huntin'

Oh Yay hit, ****, look at his stomach

On my block, **** never did na-da

And y’all cool with the ones that jack Rah-Rah

(Stupid **** when bye-bye

Literally, really put trust in a bop-bop

I’m on a drill like, "Bro, what the fuck? I think it’s something going on with the gun"

And my moms call me like, "Dudey what’s up? I know it’s something goin’ on with my son"

But I can’t let her see that I’m hurtin’, can’t let her see that I’m losin’ my focus)

I was never the victim, I was always the suspect

5ive got beat with the G, know he upset

**** gotta be buggin', they don’t remember we just threw a dozen?

Late night, word to bro, we was huntin'

Oh yeah, he hit, ****, look at his stomach

On my block, **** never did na-da

And y’all cool with the ones that jack Rah-Rah