[Verse] I was in a slump (Was in a slump) Ever since I lost my brother, I been gettin' drunk Slowly crawling out the hump, shit got me fucked up, mentally Any nigga play with me, I dump, physically Everywhere I be, we keep a couple Glocks tucked I ain't hard to see, I'm in that Double R truck I can't lie, I got a lot of money, ton of money Stackin' money, I don't walk to money, run to money Money callin', bitch, I go to money, come to money Money fallin', I got winter money, summer money Uh-oh, woke up, spent a hundo' Still don't give a fuck, though Clips with huncho's, Glocks with switches, hit a bunch of 'em How them killers touch on 'em, like they got a crush on 'em We give niggas headshots, never put a crutch on 'em Like to get our clutch on it, we couldn't wait to bust on 'em Two gears, he had lug, though, he fucked but he cutthroat Me and Foenem cut throats We ain't waitin' on no get backs, so it's Bronem must go Run up, really with that, we make niggas drop poles Man, shout out to the hoes, we make bitches drop loads And they textin' lock codes, he a ho, his Glock cold Finger twitchin' when I tote, fire itchin' in my coat I'ma say it, and I quote: "I can't wait for gun smoke" In them trenches, I'm a G.O.A.T. Like my mama, fuck goats I can't sleep, why I stay woke Solid, I'm forever woke Dreamin' Got knowledge, I'm forever woke Setbacks but I got better, though, the realest shit, I never wrote But I'm crazy, but I'm clever, though They came to me, I never spoke Gang shit, I'm claimin' it Get angry, I'm dangerous Don't run, I got range This shit change me when I'm aimin' it One-twenty in two lanes Swervo can't be in no wrangler Two-hundred on two chains, when they hangin', they tanglin' I hustle all day, I come from hallways, slangin' it You hop out broad day, fuck with you the long way, rectangular This shit ain't hard, man, my opps be sittin' ducks, danglin' We tint trucks daily At least ten of us, we keep our fingers twisted up, bangin' You ain't on shit, what (What?) Pussies be cliqued up Don't give no fuck, your clique sus (Clique sus) Put 'em against us Gon' leave niggas stiff on the 'fense up Forgive me again for my sins It's many men, fall victim of this [?] 'cause they friends 'Cause I need a cleanse (Ayy) I need a rinse (Yeah) Blew his fuckin' brains out, ain't make no sense, yeah Throwin' Bs up, we swarm shit, on cap I love revenge, that's a warm dish, no bapTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
