Crew

Baby, why you fakin' and flodging

I'm from the South with that killin' and robbin

Fuck the trolls, we turn them niggas to some bacon

Get it out the mud, I'm still with my day ones

Slim thick shawty, think I need some Aone I'm a father to these niggas, they my grandsons

Boy, this chopper is a storm, let it rain on them

And when them bullets get to comin, who gon' save em

We gon' chop a nigga up and we gon' turn him to a soup

I ain't fuckin' with that bitch, cause I know she for the crew

Last thing that he saw, when he lookin' at the moon

Boy, the reaper comin, livin' in that jungle, it ain't knew ya ya

Praying for your life, you tryna see another day

Locked up in that cage went to wish you went a different way

Keep seein' niggas dying, so I'm runnin' out of faith

My heart full of pain, girl, I'm runnin' out of space Baby, why you fakin' and flodging

I'm from the South with that killin' and robbin

Fuck the trolls, we turn them niggas to some bacon

Get it out the mud, I'm still with my day ones

Slim thick shawty, think I need some Aone I'm a father to these niggas, they my grandsons

Boy, this chopper is a storm, let it rain on them

And when them bullets get to comin, who gon' save em

And I've been thuggin' on that block since I was a jit

Boy, we ain't playin' madden this stick, will hit

Boy, there's Cubans on my neck and they costin' the brick

And I was destined for this life since I was a kid

I done made it out the storm, I done came up

Niggas say I changed, but that money made them change up

Niggas rockin' cartis, I done have to switch the frame up

Bitches comin' models, I done had to switch the label

Baby, why you fakin' and flodging

I'm from the South with that killin' and robbin

Fuck the trolls, we turn them niggas to some bacon

Get it out the mud, I'm still with my day ones

Slim thick shawty, think I need some Aone I'm a father to these niggas, they my grandsons

Boy, this chopper is a storm, let it rain on them

And when them bullets get to comin, who gon' save em