Letras
I'm tired of these weak-ass hoes, fine shit still get passed to the bros
I'm tired of these fan-ass, lame-ass niggas who ain't never put no trigger
I'm tired of these tough-ass goofies acting like they can't get put in that blender
Won't lie, my future so bright, nigga play won't have no choice but to kill him
Whole time been running up money on the low, can't stop this shit, lil' nigga
As soon as Glo get on, all the bros get on, won't lie, that's my whole mission
When the shots go off, nigga don't get scared, you got your fye start blicking
Niggas die, start pissing and shitting, these hoes do a dick then blame it on niggas
I done had that bitch, bro, had that bitch, don't love that bitch, you tripping
I done blew that bitch, bro, blew that bitch, don't put it in no more pictures
Lil' Auto gon' blow out the engine, he stomping that bitch so hard, he gifted
Lil' Chino bounce out with a 50 and put that bitch on you just cause you was glistening
I popped X, she got in the ring, so I hit that bitch with my finisher
She grab the phone and start making a movie, I thought it was AMC Cinema
I don't play with these hoes, for real, for real, she play in my face, I'll spit on her
I'm in a hot dog with Lil' Dell, they ain't out, what the fucks we spinning for?
I was with these niggas every day, they died, still feel like I needed more time with them
She damaged as fuck, I'm damaged as hell, but fuck it, I guess I'ma try with her
She play with my heart, then I'm fucking her friend, that's a bitch who she thought was gon' ride with her
They pull on the side, I'ma hang right out, and show they ass who my big brother is
Nigga gave up a gun, he had bought with his money so quick, I guess he ain't want it then
I saw some flukey shit happen, but it was so shiesty, act like I ain't see the shit
I'm rocking Carhartt the heat in it, nigga, my cup so dark, can't see in it
She love my life, wanna be in it, I'm pushing the start, ain't no key in it
Pull up, hop out, start leaving shit, I throw up the trey, it's a B in it
Pour up the drink, put a Z in it, I'm smoking, this homie start seeing him
As soon as I see the police, I'm fleeing him, my lil' brother got souls he up three of them
Goofy ass niggas take pictures, won't be in them, shots from the Glock, know he hit him, I'ma re-hit him