Demons at the door let em' through
If i pop this perc I'm cutting loose
All i want is smoke
Fuck a truce
They like that boy smd he the truth
All this swag,bitch we do this for the youth
Everyday we scream rip to hugh
I sip wok feel that shit in my immune
Boy dont speak on me if you assume
Paid condolences, we posted at his tomb
At the crib got exotic in the room
In the trap
Smokin gas on the boof
I just popped this xan
And she
Way too many hoes i can't choose
Money coming in i'm counting blues
Way too sick i think i got the flu
Mad at me cause i'm on top of you
Hold on hold my pistol
These boys got me pissed off
Caught another opp today
Tick him off the list dawg
Smd and cupid, man i swear we never miss
Turn that boy to Michael Phelps, he swimming with the fish
Cartier the wrist
Look how this shit gliss
I'm just sipping wock
It's purple in my piss
Bullets got him dancing, turn that boy to Chris
Vivienne and LV, i mix it with my Ricks
Why the fuck you stealing songs, could've asked me for a feature
Fuck that, do it by myself coz ion need ya
You ain't in the field, you been chilling on the bleachers
Do you think i'm scared when you tell me you gon' kill us?
I know you won't though
I'm with my soljas four deep in that four door
Aiming for your head, hit him with the 44
That's another opp down bad, case closed
