Lyrics
Ayy, Ab, I'm on one
Ayy, V Don
Kazi, I got these niggas, man
It's OBH or nothing, nigga
Smoking on good shit
Smoking on good shit
Mix your blood, it's a testimony
New four-pound, I might test it on you
Test drive in the sky if I walk up on you
Fifty thou' for the lawyer and he talking for you
Murder was the case, let me walk you through it
I'll park you, stupid, it's Dark Lo the truest
Leave your shirt red just like my money bluish
White tops bagging up and we running through it
Your body bullet-riddled and whoever with you
When I pulled the pistol, I had to come and get you
We was in a rental, she was on her menstrual
She gave me head, the top down, I feel the wind blow
Then I bust in her mouth, she spit it out the window
I'm from the streets where you sink or swim
When you speaking of the best, you should mention him
Feds ripped you up, then you mentioned them
Lil' pussy-ass rappers, man, I'm sick of them
Fifty shot clip, I'ma stick it in
We gon' get it in, we gon' get the win
Pop champagne, pour it on the Benz
Narcs parked up, watching through they lens
Used to wear the same clothes, now my main goals
Somewhere on an island eating mangos
Counting bankrolls, you can't count on bros
Bank account froze, she snorted in her nose
I'm swerving on the road
Grandma seen it all out her window
Seen it all out her window
Grandma seen it all out her window
Seen it all out her window
Grandma seen it all out her window
Seen it all out her window
Grandma seen it all out her window
Seen it all out her window
High-speed chase, wasn't hot pursuit
Hopped out, got away, ice scuffed my boots
That was young bull days, kill you 'bout some loot
Ain't ready to shoot, they give you letters to do
Now what you wanna do?
Mix your blood, it's a testimony
New four-pound, I might test it on you
Test drive in the sky if I walk up on you
Fifty thou' for the lawyer and he talking for you
Murder was the case, let me walk you through it
I'll park you, stupid, it's Dark Lo the truest
Leave your shirt red just like my money bluish
White tops bagging up and we running through it
He let his pocket rocket bang for some pocket change
Pocket knife in your neck, we are not the same
She glad I came, I don't know her name
Then I looked in her eyes, all I seen was pain
Then I felt the vibe 'cause she felt my pain
I'm in the field probably going HAM
Kick a bitch out the whip, don't let it slam
Hundred dollar tip to my doorman
Might do the shell tops in the Balmains
A hundred deep, OBH, yeah, they all came
Co-defendants on your case and they all sane
Looking at my life, it been all pain
Then you rappers steady lying, you should be all ashamed
Grandma seen it all out her window
Seen it all out her window
Grandma seen it all out her window
Seen it all out her window
Grandma seen it all out her window
Seen it all out her window
Grandma seen it all out her window
Seen it all out her window
Well, more breaking news right now
A man is shot to death in North Philadelphia
Looking live at the 1800 block of Montgomery Avenue
Just a few blocks away from Temple University
Police tell us the victim was shot in the head
Was dropped off at Temple Hospital, where he was pronounced dead
So far, no suspects or known motive