Letras
DT this bitch a hit, Posted outside my Opps block and it's cold as shit
I can barely even shoot the chop, my hands numb as shit
Stay havin' to give this bitch advice, cause she dumb as fuck
Baggy clothes with the ARP, didn't know I had it tucked
I'm tryna put some phones in your name, she said she don't give a fuck
My bro said he bringin' the load, so big, we gon' need a semi-truck
Member back then when I caught my opp and his friends at the bus stop
Yeah my fiend stop poppin' pills some years ago, but she do smoke rocks
This nigga just try walkin' in the crib, wait, bro, we have to knock
Try to get up outta the city, cause all niggas do is plot
See, try to reach for your strap, but we at the mall, bro, you better not
I told bro, turn this bitch up, cause you know these speakers ain't loud
This bitch been a hoe her whole life, I know your father ain't proud
Threw a nigga in the lake, it was another body found
All my unc do is smoke meth, it's like his only hobby now
I heard you was in a hotel room, well, I'm in the lobby now
Heard you tryna run off with the bag, don't do that shit again
Ain't really known in my city, but they love me in Michigan
Only hit the bitch one time, will I ever fuck again
Remember they stabbed me in my back, will I ever trust again
Fuckin' shit up out in Cali, nigga, I'm on the way
Why this bitch tryna pin a baby on me on Father's Day
Finna pour up a couple pints, I don't care what my doctor say
Took a nigga out his shit, it was a half-filled Tris of red
Heard you was fuckin' bitches as big as resbusha, and she broke your bed
Didn't wanna kill him with a chop, so I smacked him upside the head
Start fuckin with a crazy bitch so I can sell all her meds
Uh, bitch, I got my heat with it
I can barely see you, I got the buffs on, call it tunnel vision
Niggas be contemplatin' on a move they whole life, need to make a decision
Kidnap the nigga and got him tied up, now he somewhere missing
My auntie really fuck with that white shit, all she know is cane
Finna go blow one of my opp's dorm's up, he at Notre Dame
Heard you rockin' fake Moissanite diamonds, I don't want your chain
Nigga kept pump-fakin' with his strap, so I shot him in the brain
Stop comparin' me to your last nigga, we not all the same
Nigga asked me for a feature, I'ma tell him I need 500
If you wasn't forced, I ain't sparin' shit, imma be mag dumbin
Didn't even get a chance to react to my opp, but he already runnin
Like, that nigga gone