I’ll up it on you, done seen too many get pop up
Soon as you get quip up or telling on you get you locked up
I’ll up it on you still man one be clutching on them
Got every car tent never know what I’m in
High makings moves my girl and friend
Roll the dice call the price my cousin cut off
Her man steal lights
We all gotta do to survive trough them nights
Nobody is perfect but sometimes we right
Grab a use and go hop a flight
Cuban links and some polo white
Pop me a pill having feeling right
Then do it again every single night
First come first serve I can’t holding on to no words
Bout to be standing on no curb
Same spot such and such got murk
Seen so many of us on a T-shirt
Might make a couple sinners go to church
Might a prostitute go to work
Judge say stand next to the clerk
Hold up death is still around the corner
Grab 3.5 on my way there Remember back when the hood fights and djs use to at the state fair
Now cusin tanzie growing hairs And my x told me I can’t stay there
I’m on Percocet by Shakespeare Don’t drive fast you don’t stay here
Clip on my hip talk real nice when it lift
Spark red lights from the tip
Magic wind knife and a spear free great white on a flight on the tier
Holdup we on bikes last year
Shot my last car up and I almost got killed
Air BnB kick back on a pill
Big bad wolf with a all gold grill
I’ll up it on you, done seen too many get pop up
Soon as you get quip up or telling on you get you locked up
I’ll up it on you still man one be clutching on them
Got every car tent never know what I’m in
High makings moves my girl and friend
Roll the dice call the price my cousin cut off
Her man steal lights
We all gotta do to survive trough them nights
Nobody is perfect but sometimes we right
Grab a usb and go hop a flight
Cuban links and some polo white
Pop me a pill having feeling right
Then do it again every single night
I’m not capping I’m be rapping trapping
I’m adapting to my habitat ya baster
Keep on posting bout me I’m send one at you
Willie Wonda sour patch kids crackers
Boy you roman noddles with the hot sauce after
I’m a paster how I give you verses and chapters
And I’m a master I got couple niggas shackle
And I’m a hitter got couple opps to tackle
We get rid of guns and dead body’s after
I got bars like I’m on docket master and we will stomp your ass like we plage a chapel
I’m from New Orleans don’t let the police catch you
Don’t let these bitches trap you they gone twist it up
Got a nigga outside ya living room
Rest In Peace to Harold hate to bring you up
Uncle always told me pussy dangerous
I’ll up it on you, done seen to many get pop up
Soon as you get quip up or telling on you get you locked up
I’ll up it on you still man one be clutching on them
Got every car tent never know what I’m in
High makings moves my girl and friend
Roll the dice call the price my cousin cut off
Her man steal lights
We all gotta do to survive trough them nights
Nobody is perfect but sometimes we right
Grab a usb and go hop a flight
Cuban links and some polo white
Pop me a pill having feeling right
Then do it again every single night