Lyrics
Let's go fools
'Cause I'm bein' me
I really don't like it here
The world is full of dick riders
Never know who he gon' rob me
The bro been spinnin', I know he tired
All my attention, I gotta get it higher
We get mad, you gon' miss him
We're a good virus
Bought a SRT before I know how to drive it
Oh, you call that body? Who the fuck you lyin' to
Nigga, I know that body, don't worry about who I'm signed to
It's hella nice in my pocket, and that's how I gotta remind you
But we spilled some, need a nap, can't see a opp out when you clappin'
I shoot like my daddy, every drill mark got a talent
All I had was savages, certified party poopers
Fuck your shit, dammit
My bitch had caught me cheatin' again, told her I don't know Candide
Know she wanna fuck, put that shit in the wind, baby, just put all your pain in
Don't bully me, I want a regular kid, young nigga always havin' it
Said he got some pain, let me see that shit, nigga, show me what you be havin' in
Still more sadness, all thinkin' too sweet, we don't got no more pasties
Don't think it's over with, we puttin' bail to more ashes
Drop your son off, while he dead, we doordashin'
D-B and 3rd caught a case, ain't no more than aspirin
But it is past tense, that shit ain't us no more, we stolen, we ain't have shit
No need for ice diamonds, too cold, put on a bad wrist
Can't stop them bodies, I still see maggot, more casket, more ashes
Bought a SRT before I know how to drive it
Oh, you call that body? Who the fuck you lyin' to
Nigga, I know that body, don't worry about who I'm signed to
It's hella nice in my pocket, and that's how I gotta remind you
But we spilled some, need a nap, can't see a opp out when you clappin'
I shoot like my daddy, every drill mark got a talent
All I had was savages, certified party poopers
Fuck your shit, dammit