Rapper Weed lyrics

[Intro]
(Sonic)
Doodie in this b*tch, yeah

[Verse]
What you know 'bout investigators tryna blame you for a murder? (b*tch)
And the judge wanna give you life 'cause you ain't got no lawyer (Damn)
All them n*ggas you rode for and you ain't get no mail (f*ck 'em)
All the money you gave out and they ain't make your bail
I'm in the streets for real
n*ggas love me, they gon' kill (Kill)
I done spent a lot of money, pints, poppin' seals
On the block servin' fiends, I ain't have nothin' but some sodas (Soda)
Goin' to therapy, it feel like the devil takin' over
In the stu' smokin' rapper weed (Rapper weed)
And my b*tch, shе be mad at me (Mad at me)
And thеse n*ggas ain't half of me (Ain't half of me)
When he died, it was a tragedy, uh (Tragedy)
I was broke and they laughed at me (Laughed at me)
Headshot (Headshot), they'll kill you
Better not (Better not) f*ck with me
Red dot (Red dot), high-speed
Hot car (Hot car), yeah