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Yeah, yeah
(P4P)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah (DT Beats)
I'm back on road so you know that it's lit, nigga, ain't no time wasted
All of them shots he took to his head, left the boy white girl wasted
Whole lotta pain inside of my chest, I wish that I could exchange it
One hell of a life, you know what it mean but no I can not explain it
All the dogs to wild, can't tame it
Got a- on me, I ain't flame it
Got the work in the back, got the dog in the front
Hell nah, what you need? Alright, name it
Bad bitch, ass phat, then I hit from the back all night
Hell yeah, know I game it
Tryna tweak with the bros, when the bros really tweak
On the guys, already know I ain't playin'
Tryna tweak with the bros, when the bros really tweak
Micro Drac' put shit on lock
Got bricks for the low, when I hit that trap
Hell nah, I ain't leavin' that spot
That's the love of your life
Heard you bought her a ring but I already fucked that thot
If rap go sour today, I ain't cryin', I'd rather go hit that pot
Yeah, I'd rather go hit that pot (trap)
Bitch, I'd rather go hit that block
Pull up, you better not miss that shot
Everywhere I go I bring my knocks (bring my knocks)
Go on a drill and I bring my mop (bring my mop)
Why is you cuffin'? I hit that thot (I hit that thot)
All I do is break down bricks and- (trap)
Fuck up the market, fuck up the stocks
Okay (okay), these games I really don't play (don't play)
Cops come, I ain't sayin' no names (no names)
Put the Chrome Hearts all on my shades
Bad bitch tryna put on my chain
Reach for my shit and you feel that flame (feel that flame)
He want some attention, we givin' him fame (givin' him fame)
Wrist on froze in the middle of May (huh)
I'm back on road so you know that it's lit, nigga, ain't no time wasted
All of them shots he took to his head, left the boy white girl wasted
Whole lotta pain inside of my chest, I wish that I could exchange it