Текст песни
I'm about to be on some real murder shit, ayy
I'm telling you, man
Any nigga that ever looked at me wrong
Owes me money
Or ever said any jealous bullshit about me is fucking dead
You understand what the fuck I'm saying, ayy
They're fucking dead, man
I just wanna be alone right now
Do it all for the chip
I was raised to take risks
I'll go and put one down before I beef by the bitch
Cali bud out the bowl, but I'm still taxing for a zip
I can't sit up on my ass and be broke that sick
You ain't trying to get pape
You forever in the drought
I'm not the one that you can talk to anyway
Watch your mouth
That nigga couldn't box it out, so he just threw in the towel
Death man around the pass, and he still told me it's loud
I'm finna skate through
Turn my music on and make him hate who
A hothead, but still the type to play cool
Even if the Johnnys get behind me, I'ma break loose
New era pulled off a foe, not no
Grey Goose
How you always say you got it on you, but you don't shoot
Niggas be bitches more than bitches
That shit is not cute
Line them up and knock them down like dominoes
And spot you
I don't kick box
I ride with stick and don't know kung fu
Niggas be weird to invest it into what I do
I'm into chasing checks
Who got it
Shit, not you
Can't even fuck with too many niggas
Thinking they cops too
Aggression in the mindset of pape
That's what the block do
Lace up cleats and hit the field
It's time to fall in
What they said, to be balling
You got to be all in
He ain't even fit for the race
He quit jogging
You ain't even talking about pape, so quit talking
It's over with
Conversation dead if you been talking about a risk