Young and turnt
Hey, Im doin for the bottom, everybody gotta do sum
Cuban link, two-tone Savage
Bitch I roll, I trap with two phones Dawg, yeah
Life, three cars and two homes Skrrt, pull up
Nigga, what the fuck is you on? What you on?
Yeah, turn it up
Put my feelings to the side, bitch, we got a bag
Why move to the A? Its closer to the Nash
I been fuckin with that yay, Im down to my last rounds, yeah
Lil cuz been hittin the work but Im needed
I seen his murder, whole, half, like Im greedy
Fell out with my best friend over six grams
Now I aint got a best man but I got fans
Show you how to stretch ten turn it to a hunnid
I just did five hunnid, nigga, this summer
So anything gun or eighteen, bitch, run em
Or anybody payin forty-five when you want em, it get deeper
My nigga got a dark cloud over his soul
We all arrested, niggas fuckin our hoes
He prolly feeling bad, like baby, I kinda feel
Me, I fly bad bitch out still
Main bitches, I got twelve, sad bitches, prolly ten
She say I fucked her friend, I mean, I prolly did
And I dont feel bad, my nigga, I gotta live
Turn that switch on, what kinda lame switch that nigga bitch on
Free my nigga Act, he shoulda been home
Wont hit the road with nothing that got flint on it
Long sleeve Caddy with the tint on it
Took her to the set, blew a ten on her
Thats your bitch with doggy, bone, I been on her
It get deeper
Remember late nights lurkin, ridin with the reapers
Remember I lost that lil one, twenties, up in the cleaners
Get your shit pushed back, nigga, we been cookin rap niggas
King of West city, bitch, I been took that nigga
I aint finessed the city out of shit, nigga, I got fire
Range truck, Caddy, whatever, nigga, Ill buy it