At night I pray they shoot me in my face, don't stab me in my back
I got too much shit going on, I'm getting too old for that
He say my name, won't lift a finger, I got bros for that
If I ain't tryna fuck, but I wanna nut, then I got hoes for that, stupid nigga
Better watch your mouth and use your brain before you lose it (AR), nigga
I'm the one that made that murder shit cool in the city
I love to open my mouth and talk my shit 'cause I got diamonds in it
I got three straps with me in traffic, bitch, but I ain't ridin' with it
Don't like to smoke, I might just grab the blunt, bitch, I be vibin' with it
High as fuck, I might just land on Mars
I'm out in Cali driving a Redeye, I came from stolen cars
I'm still on Percs and Xanax bars
Turnt up, bitch, I'm ballin' hard
Up late, it's just me and my rod
Or I'm with JB and Rod, them my boys
In the 'yo I'm with Will, Bird and Bricks
We just hopped up out the Uber with a stolen stick
Why the fuck you always clutchin'? You ain't gon' shoot it, bitch
ManMan stole from me, I let Glock take his gun, they was tusslin' and shit
The fuck?
It ain't go off, that shit luck
He made me mad, I get him plucked
On all these Percs, I'm high as fuck
Clutchin' bad, ain't got it tucked
Wake up fiendin' like a cluck
Knowing I need to get off this shit
IG model pull up late night, she gon' eat the whole dick
Tryna record this new ho, fucked around and clicked the old flick
These hoes don't give a fuck, they know I'm up, probably fucked every bitch
Ayy, big bro been slidin' for years, say he probably shot every stick
I done probably bought every blick
Wealthy stepper, rich as it gets, nigga
Know I like to slide, I fell in love with sending hits, nigga
I ain't the type to hide, I'm back seat ridin', tryna blitz niggas
I catch you with that ho, then you gon' die on side your bitch, nigga
Ain't never had no filter, pussy boy, know you a bitch, nigga
She like how I flow, say she wanna fuck the G.O.A.T., Li Rye
I keep pourin' all this lean for all my soldiers in the sky
Late at night I'm in my feelings, yeah, sometimes I wanna cry
But I can't never show no pain, until some more of these niggas die
Why they droppin' disses like they stand on business? Niggas never slid
Pay for sessions, go sit in the booth, rap 'bout what they brother did
Every nigga 'round me know for a fact that I'm gon' rrt
Every nigga 'round me know for a fact that I'm gon' rrt, bitch
At night I pray they shoot me in my face, don't stab me in my back
I got too much shit going on, I'm getting too old for that
He say my name, won't lift a finger, I got bros for that
If I ain't tryna fuck, but I wanna nut, then I got hoes for that (AR), stupid nigga
Better watch your mouth and use your brain before you lose it, nigga
I'm the one that made that murder shit cool in the city
I love to open my mouth and talk my shit 'cause I got diamonds in it
I got three straps with me in traffic, bitch, but I ain't ridin' with it
Don't like to smoke, I might just grab the blunt, bitch, I be vibin' with it
High as fuck, I might just land on Mars
I'm out in Cali driving a Redeye, I came from stolen cars
I'm still on Percs and Xanax bars
Turnt up, bitch, I'm ballin' hard
Up late, it's just me and my rod
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