Forreal Ysn Capo

Creeping late night on the phone
Getting dome while counting bread
Evil thoughts all in my head
Chillin taking Sedufeds
Momma swear I'm heaven sent
But I'm hell bound
How it's going down
Breaking pounds
Smoke it all fo' sun come round
Aye... Yea
Gotta maintain the flame
The bitches gone know my name
They twisting they fingaz
They screaming they know the gang
My nigga we ain't the same
Mercedes Benz, switching lanes
Wood grain on my steering wheel
I'm born to kill
Spittin' hot shit and caused a fire drill
But I'm tryna chill
I'm laid back
My new wrist cost like 8 flat
My new bitch bringing bape back
Love it when she take that
I'm straight jack
Been paid since the second grade
Coolin' sellin' lemonade
Now my rent paid
Making acid rain wit T the Sensei

Bitch I'm back on the Kill
Back in the field
Bitch I'm back on the Kill
Back in the field
Bitch I'm back on the Kill
Back in the field
Foreal
Baby tell me how it feel
Cause you know I'm
Back in the field
Back on the Kill
Bitch I'm back on the field
Back in the Kill
Bitch I'm back on the field
Back on the Kill
Foreal
Baby tell me how it feel
You luv it



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Peters, Taran Jordan Burrell
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