Honestly
Looking at a brick of coke
I'm trying to figure
Which way Ima go
They to see me up the road
I'm trying to make a million off dope
I wanna see the trap house grow
Ducking from bullets
Dodging death row
I want a king size with your hoe
Tell her to keep it neat
And suck slow
30 in the clip
How can I miss
Stand up nigga I ain't finna sit
Want to die for that bitch
You still ain't hit
Lying to niggas
You know you ain't with it
In A Fast car
My bitch looking delicious
She like them
Young rich and ambitious
I know I'm dangerous
I ride with extensions
Cause I seen some shit
That I'll never mention
Case ain't show
So I beat my case if it won't for bro
I would've did the race
Followed by demons I cannot escape
I jumped out the jungle
Mobbing with the apes
Frontline a war
I pop him like a grape
I watch my nigga turn to a snake
I watch my rider bitch turn fake
I watch my best friend turn jake
Caught niggas stealing food
From my plate
I put these jordan 9's to they face
Bipolar depression I can't even think
My daughter get older
Every time I blink
I'm stuffing backwoods
With the stink
Just let them laugh
And laugh to the bank
Tell them to free the sharks
Out the tank
I know they gone do the shit If I can't
Momma said it's gone be alright
Totting a ratchet with killers at night
They shoot where I'm from
But I know how to fight
I use to watch yoda whip all night
My big brother ty he save my life
I'm living heartless
I know I ain't right
We gone eat regardless
Nigga damn right
They ain't got to vouch
And I don't need stripes
I Pop ah 30 she pop one with me
Camaro swerving I'm doing 150
I ain't nervous the Glock hold 50
Still ain't nervous
If the Glock won't with me
Let's talk about the AR
She sing like Whitney
I light up the city shit ain't pretty
I duck off to NY
The police won't get me
Meet trillz out in Bk
Off 86th with me
I popped a Percocet
I don't think its working yet
5 stacks 10 stacks In a Birkin bag
And I
Want to go fast like ah GT Jag
Ride or die ain't gotta ask
That bitch ain't gone ride for you
That nigga won't die for you
Where y'all was at
When a nigga was losing
Past me the Percocet's I'm popping 2
I cover designer all over my body
To hide these scars
I don't know where to start
I be strapped with that Glock
Ima aim at your heart
I'm trying to figure
Which way Ima go
They to see me up the road
I'm trying to make a million off dope
I wanna see the trap house grow
Ducking from bullets
Dodging death row
I want a king size with your hoe
Tell her to keep it neat
And suck slow
30 in the clip
How can I miss
Stand up nigga I ain't finna sit
Want to die for that bitch
You still ain't hit
Lying to niggas
You know you ain't with it
In A Fast car
My bitch looking delicious
She like them
Young rich and ambitious
I know I'm dangerous
I ride with extensions
Cause I seen some shit
That I'll never mention
Case ain't show
So I beat my case if it won't for bro
I would've did the race
Followed by demons I cannot escape
I jumped out the jungle
Mobbing with the apes
Frontline a war
I pop him like a grape
I watch my nigga turn to a snake
I watch my rider bitch turn fake
I watch my best friend turn jake
Caught niggas stealing food
From my plate
I put these jordan 9's to they face
Bipolar depression I can't even think
My daughter get older
Every time I blink
I'm stuffing backwoods
With the stink
Just let them laugh
And laugh to the bank
Tell them to free the sharks
Out the tank
I know they gone do the shit If I can't
Momma said it's gone be alright
Totting a ratchet with killers at night
They shoot where I'm from
But I know how to fight
I use to watch yoda whip all night
My big brother ty he save my life
I'm living heartless
I know I ain't right
We gone eat regardless
Nigga damn right
They ain't got to vouch
And I don't need stripes
I Pop ah 30 she pop one with me
Camaro swerving I'm doing 150
I ain't nervous the Glock hold 50
Still ain't nervous
If the Glock won't with me
Let's talk about the AR
She sing like Whitney
I light up the city shit ain't pretty
I duck off to NY
The police won't get me
Meet trillz out in Bk
Off 86th with me
I popped a Percocet
I don't think its working yet
5 stacks 10 stacks In a Birkin bag
And I
Want to go fast like ah GT Jag
Ride or die ain't gotta ask
That bitch ain't gone ride for you
That nigga won't die for you
Where y'all was at
When a nigga was losing
Past me the Percocet's I'm popping 2
I cover designer all over my body
To hide these scars
I don't know where to start
I be strapped with that Glock
Ima aim at your heart
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Writer(s): Maxwell Mcnair
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