Advice

(Yo, ADB, this beat go crazy)

I don't know, foe, it's like when they turned me down

Like talk to them, they can't hear me (okay, Carter, talk to 'em)

Uh, come on, uh, alright, okay

Uh, meet a goofy, let him come around and slime him for his pipe (give me that)

Four shooters masked up with Dracos tryna take a life (they tryna kill somethin')

Pour a four and duck off with my bitch, I'm chillin' for the night (I'm with my ho)

See bodies drop, we comin' back around, lil' bitch, we spinnin' twice (spin again)

She say, "Why your windows always busted?" Bae, I'm ridin' strike (this a hot car)

Park the V and walk up on them niggas while they shootin' dice (dumbass)

Rrah-rrah, stand over him, make sure you do it right (come here, come here)

Sittin' as his crib, when he walk out, we gon' cut off his lights (we killin' his ass)

You gon' catch a face shot from this 10, don't run up tryna fight (your dumb ass)

If I catch a murder case, delete my 'Gram and take a flight (bitch, I'm gone)

Run into a rap nigga I don't like, make Jilla take his ice (his bitch ass)

If they tryna tell you spin on us, they don't give good advice

Yeah, I been in my head for real, know they want me dead for real

These lil' niggas scared to kill, I went on like every drill

Linked up, I done shot like every single gun that you could think of

I ain't tryna keep lookin' for them boys, like let's just meet up

I ain't hard to find, tell 'em come find me

I'm signed to the streets, shit, they can't sign me

These niggas talk that street shit, I ain't buyin' it

Just did a show out in the 'Raq, I feel like Von, yeah

Uh, meet a goofy, let him come around and slime him for his pipe (give me that)

Four shooters masked up with Dracos tryna take a life (they tryna kill somethin')

Pour a four and duck off with my bitch, I'm chillin' for the night (I'm with my ho)

See bodies drop, we comin' back around, lil' bitch, we spinnin' twice (spin again)

She say, "Why your windows always busted?" Bae, I'm ridin' strike (this a hot car)

Park the V and walk up on them niggas while they shootin' dice (dumbass)

Rrah-rrah, stand over him, make sure you do it right (come here, come here)

Sittin' as his crib, when he walk out, we gon' cut off his lights (we killin' his ass)

You gon' catch a face shot from this 10, don't run up tryna fight (your dumb ass)

If I catch a murder case, delete my 'Gram and take a flight (bitch, I'm gone)

Run into a rap nigga I don't like, make Jilla take his ice (his bitch ass)

If they tryna tell you spin on us, they don't give good advice