Pretty boy, you goin' crazy

I be fucked up when I go and think about you

Cause we've been locked in since some kids

It's so crazy, I gotta live this life without you

Aye 5, we supposed to do it big You my bruvah wrong or right Like Brodie I stick by ya side

I be Fucked up in my head like sometimes I just wanna die

That's yo opp then let's go slide

Let's leave hot shit in his ride they don't know about bein' hurt, I lost little rell to suicide

I look just like my daddy, but I act just

Like my momma pockets full of fuckin' cash, I met some fine shit

Out Bahamas

Ate that shit up like she dahmer she just know my money longer

So much love up for my plug, we took a flight to meet a farmer

Ayy, D-Dawg, you got chill, you gotta think before you say

Even though, y'all made me mad, bitch, it's still, sayy gang or no gang

Sent some fine on a plane, and you know she brought them bags

I told Shawdy bring em to me, I'ma break you off some cash

You throwing off my vibe, You keep on movin' like you hot

Told my youngin, it's some shit to see, like why you on the block

In that jail you just fine rot, they gon' leave your ass for dead

You best separate yourself and stack that money up instead

I be fucked up when I go and think about you

Cause we've been locked in since some kids

It's so crazy, I gotta live this life without you

Aye 5, we supposed to do it big

I be fucked up when I go and think about you

Cause we've been locked in since some kids

It's so crazy, I gotta live this life without you

Aye 5, we supposed to do it big