I'm down and out, bitch (Skeeo, you crazy)
I'm down and out, nigga
Well, nah, I ain't down and out
These niggas wan' see me down and out
Bitch-ass nigga, he gotta, he gotta do better (Yeah)
Tell them niggas get at me, slime (D-Roc)
Could get a hundred years from all these fuckin' murders
I need a hundred mill' before my life start turnin'
'Fore it's over, chopper hang around my shoulders like a nigga from Magnolia
From Baton Rouge, but in the East with plenty heat, I'm tryna fold 'em
Yeah, any nigga, bitch, I'm a Demon, not a gremlin, tryna send shit through the ceilin'
Catch me in that foreign, I'm peelin' (Skrrt, gone)
I am not wrong, do anything to make it home
Run to a boy, I'm probably gone
High on Demon time
Phat Black up in jail, he bangin' green while on the line
Thuggin' Blood, that's who is I
Gettin' dirty in this bitch, but fly than a motherfucker
Straight from out that North, ain't have no choice but hustle, watch my mama struggle
You can try to take her child and slime gon' put you under
With my baby, nigga, talkin' to myself, might think I'm crazy
They can down me, it don't phase me 'cause this life I live amazin'
It come with jail time and plenty niggas dyin', but gave me millions, nigga
38 my sign, the hood where I reside, ain't gotta feel me, nigga
'Cause I don't fuck with y'all, know I'll bust at y'all
I'm sittin' here waitin' for Ddawg to call, with Nick, he smokin' loud
Don't go to clubs, but I can bring the crowd
I bring them hitters out, my youngin buckin' wit' his ski mask out
He gon' make that chopper sound, don't make him hit at you
Xanax, probably be on two
Gravediggers inside this coupe, you can eat me, tell this bitch don't chew
Tell your friend fuck with my crew
Rep' off shit, that's what I do, don't tell me shit, I don't know you
One talk with my mama, nigga, she told me for to pop 'em too
Hold on, slimes go where I go and they do what I say
Shootin' at the right niggas, still'll swing the wrong way
Just make sure that you ain't out there 'cause you might be who die today
Tryna step on all these niggas and gon' take it to my grave
I'm a dead man, that what they say, I know it
I'm overdue, don't pick and choose, I talk my shit, to show it
That be my Five, he caught one body, tryna make him go for it
Ain't met your noggin with that chopper, why I'm movin' forward?
That murder shit, I'm forward
Know I might die, but I don't trip
That money on galore
Tell my oldest son, drive the ship
And tell my bro, "The pussy bitch that whack me, you go finish him"
I'm gon' be bobbin' in my casket with some diamonds head to limb, yeah
I gave that bitch that bag, now she broke, she sad, yeah
Bitch, let me see my daughter 'fore your boyfriend smashed
Told my grandpa, "I ain't do that shit, man, all them people lyin' on me
If I did, I still wouldn't tell ya, but right now, I'm bein' G"
They know I don't even speak, them niggas crossed the line with me
And now they gotta step on us, if not, they all gon' feel the heat
I eat, I say amazin' grace, I pray to Lord my soul to keep
On side my bed, I pray with beads, free BaBa, that's apart of me
Hold on, slimes go where I go and they do what I say
Shootin' at the right niggas, still'll swing the wrong way
Just make sure that you ain't out there 'cause you might be who die today
Tryna step on all these niggas and gon' take it to my grave
Hold on, slimes go where I go and they do what I say
Shootin' at the right niggas, still'll swing the wrong way
Just make sure that you ain't out there 'cause you might be who die today
Tryna step on all these niggas and gon' take it to my grave
(D-Roc)
(Skeeo, you crazy)
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