Nah, we the same, hmm You got that ho on retainer, I don't do no I'll never be famous, I go everywhere my banger You'll tell everything to a stranger, let me guess, you a I ain't of you motherfuckers, I'm just afraid of my
If she love me like she say she love me we be alright I still and check up on her just to see if she alright Never home, I'm living wrong, I know I need to her right She just picked me up from a flight, I back off, I leave tonight
I'm living fast, two twenty-five on the I'm really getting to a bag, these livin' in the past talk facts, I'm the one with them racks I'm the one that'll pull up on you all by myself that MAC I'm the one pull up on and I tell 'em pull around the back Pull it out the back, pop it out the vac I'm probably gon' tax If you I got it on me, showing out for the police, I think you a rat Just took a loss, I think about eighty All I can think is making it back If plug just keep it coming, fuck it we gon' be alright I ran a check up on 'em but I still will squeeze on sight on me when I'm wrong but yeah they still gon' read my writes
I'm the one the thirty rounds on the twelve gauge singing, let it serenade I got but a hand grenade I was really gon' blow, I was like fourteen pipe bombs Now I got a more sense but I'll still shoot like a Nikon Wrong place at the wrong time, but you fuckin' with the right one They call Craig Petties notorious, but where I'm from he's an Being broke never no fun Back when ain't have a GoFundMe I was with a snow bunny all our bills with my dope money Truth is, I been broke before, broke and poor, I ain't gon' front I brought steak for but all my daughter want is cinnamon toast crunch I keep the rifle I go hunt, I stack the paper like a whole bunch I say life is sorta a toilet seat, you come pulling shit, I'm gon' dump you got life insurance, big time Poppin' shit like the guy 'til they pop ass and your mama can't afford to bury you without a fish fry No rest, I can never up, something like a ziptie Got incendiaries in that round, I'll hop out on you and spit fire
That's overkill, I'm in over-grind like it's overtime, I get tired You a ho for real, and a pussy, that's why you be dick ridin' We fell out but I never switched sides And I never let shit Fuck your baby mama the kid nap Doin' drive-bys out the bitch Selling mid out a rental Enterprise They ain't have nothing bigger than a That's the between hitters and sendouts Don't tell me lil nigga, I been it round drum with me now Ten pounds in the I just opened one and the loud I just sold for like ten thousand Me and bro gon' break these other six Yeah we gon' be I just a light, step brothers for life
If she love me like she say she me we gon' be alright I still and check up on her just to see if she alright Never home, I'm wrong, I know I need to treat her right She just picked me up a flight, I take back off, I leave tonight