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 yo mouth and use yo 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, cuz’ 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
Late night chillin’ with 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 thе fuck you always clutchin’, you ain’t gon’ shoot it bitch
— stole from me, I let Glock takе 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 hoe, fucked around and clicked the old flick
These hoes don’t give a fuck, they know I’m up, prolly’ fucked every bitch
Aye, big bro been slidin’ for years, so he prolly’ shot every stick
I done prolly’ 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 backseat ridin’, trying to blitz niggas
I catch you with that hoe, then you gon’ die on side yo’ bitch, nigga
Ain’t never had no filter, pussy boy know you a bitch, nigga
She like how I flow, says she wanna fuck the goat, 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 sections, go sit in the booth and rap bout’ what they brother did
Every nigga around me, know for a fact that I’m gon’, rghh
Every nigga around me, know for a fact that I’m gon’, rghh
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 yo mouth and use yo 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, cuz’ 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
Late night chillin’ with my rod, or I’m with JB and Rod, them my boys
