Lyrics
Yeah, y'all been close about that psyche in the booth
You know what I'm saying, right
Around in the orange tower
About a jackpot, that cool
ATL, Draco, ATL, Draco
My nigga sittin' in prison, he lost his phone privilege
He got out and went back in like he doin' home visits
All them cash for gold missions, we used to rob plasmas
Tell them crackers to free my dog, I need a boy, I count 'em
He done been down calendars
From South Florida where we jump in them Nissan Optimus
And then we goin' platinum
This nigga a trapper and a chocker and a smacker
And a rapper and everything after
And this ain't optimal
Tryna duck from one time, ride through to three
Jump off campus lunch time with my nigga seat
Twelve games and a punt now, I got it from a V
Outta SK and a Glock now I'm the punt in a Z
She got two kids, I can't judge her, I got three and two coming
All us on the same thing, they can't pinpoint who done it
Fucked up my right of mirror jeans with all the blue money
Don't wanna die, he scared of me, he went to go see the woo woman
Turnt up my mirror shoes to work out with him
Shit, I don't wanna kill him, I rather work out with him
Shit then got bad, I was popping perks all morning
I was about to crash me, I almost hurt my mama
This shit don't go my way, then I'ma start trippin'
This shit don't go my way, then I'ma start trippin'
J had 10 when he went to jail, now he come back in two
I look him in his eye, say you lyin', my nigga, you ratin', dude
Told on everybody else, he was probably gon' tell on me
Get a real nigga locked up for another felony
Drop out of school in the hood but he still had perfect attendance
Then B dropped out on the stolen car, now he serving his sentence
Nigga had a brand new piece on shit
We were jumping out on him
Hitting big licks in the Martimus
Nigga, we were living in the moment
26 hundreds on them L.B. Thames
And I'm stomping in the mud at him
Fam not riding in none of my cars
'Cause you know I got drugs in him
Raised in a dope house, my living room always stay smoked out
Bean bags in the bunk beds, we had fold-up chairs
Nigga, we ain't have no couch
This shit don't go my way, I'ma start trippin'
This shit don't go my way, I'ma start trippin'
I just came home from a long beach
My dog had came home too, he wasn't home six months
He got jammed up, now he on again, on again
The streets ain't got more weight, just cut throat shit, it's real
Your best friend'll turn into a witness, I'll be the one that get you killed
Look, if I ain't been through nothing with you
I ain't bound to be out your stampin'
No, get out of line, I'ma tie your ass up
Gonna put you in the trunk of that maximum
I'm gas off in Chopper City, everywhere I go them choppers with me
Four, five months your ass been missin'
Uptown nigga, we stayin' on pennies
Uptown nigga, we stayin' on niggas
Big hit hands, nigga, I ran on niggas
Up in the sky, big G5
I tell the pilot, just ran on me
It's beefin' nigga, it's you or me
I'm movin' on ya, I ain't bother sittin' around watchin'
You talk about what you gon' do to me
She got two keys, I can't judge, I got four and one comin'
All of us on the same thing, they can't pinpoint who done it
Fucked up my white Versace jeans, nigga, with all this blue money
Don't wanna die, he scared of me, he meant to go see the woo woman
Hold up, yes, that nigga hop
You think I should work out with him? Let me know
Shit, I don't wanna kill him, I'm about to work out with him
Okay
Shit, nigga, I bad, I was popping percs all morning
Man, I'm on pen' time, I been doing burpees all morning