Letras
I'm too fucking booted up
Niggas ain't gon shoot for us, these niggas they ain't cool wit us
Niggas they on live all cap like what they finna do to us?
Had a couple screws loose in my head I had to screw it up
I got all these drugs up in my body like a two for one
Ain't gon slap a nigga if he reach i'm just gon use the gun
I was four years old when all my folks had told me I'm the one
And i'm still my momma son
I still got long ways to come
I done fell in love with fuckin Drac's, I think I want me one
Wake up, put this shit on everyday, it ain't unusual
I might take a trip out to the bay, fuck on some groupie hoes
He a bitch, we let him slay
Big AK's, big Glocks, and Drac's
No facade been made this way
Remember nights I cried and prayed
That the lord would save me from these demons and I'd see better days
I been talking shit into the mic, I think I found a way
Clock out, then I made some plays
She want her a baby Drac
Hoe's said they need Za this way
I guess i'm the plug today
Tax for the 3.5 if you ain't got it, the fuck up out my face
This hoe tried to hit the damn back door she must be fucking laced
Switch up on it, fucking spray
Rest in peace my bruddas mane
I went up, done got some fame
Back then they had said I was lame
Crazy how these niggas changing up, when you done got some change
I done got some money in my pockets, but ain't no fucking stain
Balling feeling like Lebron James shoot from deep fuck up the paint
All these bitches, they the fucking same
Can't hang with him, he a lame
I done broke these shackles off a nigga, and now I can't be tamed
Told them niggas that i'm talking numbers, if not we can't exchange
If not, then we cant conversate
Sell that hoe a dream just with my lips do it the Oli way
Ran off on this hoe, her, and her friend call that the Oli play
Told em I don't need no fucking friends cause I got pay to make