Intro

Ayy, gang

'Bout threes ****

Still on the block, that lil time can phase a ****

I mean good, the fuck I look like tryna chase a ****?

I can't leave the drac' at home without a babysitter

Heard you shot 'em in the leg, why you ain't face that ****?

Could've dropped on a rolly, but watches landed me

Don't spin through this block, and see some shit you regret to see

Stick on bleek, choppa whole fifty, that's a eighty piece

Don't hit my Insta tryna phone, that shit gay to me

Intensive drug use, codeine and suckin' ****

Was backed in blood, I'm in the valley with my guttin' ****

Can't forget about this opp, she got a part of me

And when Kasino died, that took my heart from me

Never lacking, slap that brodie about that shit

We can't leave no witness at all, cut a down a bitch

Down a kid, it don't matter, imma sleep the same

**** gon' meet the Grim Reaper speaking on my name

Diggin' graves for **** that's tryna perpetrate

Lil bro just took a **** face for speaking on the gang

Pulling up in that beamer thang, this ain't no stolen property

Any **** throwin' up the-, I'm popping him

****, my young life on go

He don't even want a bag, he just want the sauce

Broad shooter, certified, that's why I passed him the pole

I hope you staying out the way while oppin' on the road

Chicken chasing, catching cases, gon' be about some dough

A real ****, broke the bitch, now he can't leave the store

Nickel hot, I'm paranoid, but I am leaving home

Finish slide again, before I get him gone

My pistol chrome, .45, Red Dead

Hop out, flip a **** whip, like a tech deck

Man down, looking like we made a **** deathbed

You only ran in in twice, where's the next check?

Ay, I'll slide if you want me to

I'm tryna ball, that side-line shit overdue

Just put the .23's away, I need something new

Free bro, there isn't a **** as cold as you