Letras
Yeah aye I know how it feel
To step over a dead body
This shit get deep
Like the wound pouring red out it
Aye free my nigga sillz
Ain't in jail but the meds got em
If the Feds ever get you
Hold yo tongue like a lisp do
I got 99 problems
But the opps they ain't a issue
Beam onna blick
Send a nigga on his menstrual Point blank
Range like logo dame
Sav catch a stain and won't think
Been was fighting sleep
Before we found out bout drank
Yeah Purple red green go
Ven aqi mami
Foreign baddie fuck with my lingo
Jb my dawg Bingo
Astaghfirullah Domingo
But we ain't hitting church
Just a day we gon let them things go
Put that on my strap
I'll never lack again
Hit the bitch then find another back to bend
Bitch niggas on the gram
Moving like actresses
I ain't never ask for shit
We gon spend a rack
That's how this fashion get ahhh
He don't believe in Jesus
Send that boy up to Allah
Liquor for my mental
Percocet that's for my heart
My brudda killed my brudda
How the fuck I'm supposed to ride
I just gotta leave that up to god