Letras
What if I told you I was high as fuck
Loaded as Shit
I ain't never put no defense on you niggas, I'm finna back down
They got it, Nigga say a hunnid for the bows, I'm finna smack them
You ain't never finna shoot your gun, than just pass it fam
Keep blowin' up my line, askin' where I'm at, who you askin' now?
Think, I just forgot my strap at the crib, can you turn it back around
This nigga shot himself, but he ain't bleedin', cause he missed his vein
Don't be coming to my house, actin' hella weird, I ain't got no cane
The way we finna go and do this, nigga, gon' go fuck up his brain
Mama like, why my son go missin'
Because that nigga retarded
I already got the wood in the lean right here, you don't need the spark it
Jugg the nigga got on the app on my phone, called Neiman Marcus
I don't know who this black ass nigga is, I think his name is DeMarcus
Jugged a nigga in my telegram, I think his name was Nathaniel
Ran inside yo car the only thing in the mailbox is the owner's manual
You not hard, I know the real you and you ratted inside
He shot up the car, but the nigga missed, that's how we still alive