[Verse]
Word on the streets im a suspect
I be hanging with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet, catch a n*gga slipping from behind (BAH)
O.G. Bobby Johnson, mane f*ck it I be mobbin'
f*ck it I be mobbin'
From the east but f*ck with n*ggas out the projects I be hanging with the killers in the projects
I be sipping on that purple and that high-teck
This for my n*ggas locked down getting processed
And I wish Frank White could hear that f*cking time back
I just bought a new AK with a band on it
At a high point but that b*tch jammed on me
Heard a b*tch n*gga try to take a stand on me but this little sardine made it out the can on me (BOW)
On the streets where ya motherf*cking brains at
Bands street the motherf*cking flames at
And this white b*tch keep asking where that cane at
Yeah I pop trains but I don't smoke train wreck ya ya ya
b*tch I'm still on a pain pill
f*ck around get your right hand man kill
Went to jail my career was on a standstill
But I bounced back like Pookie on a treadmill (WOO)
And I keep it on my waist I don't need to run
I got on skinny jogging pants you can see the gun
And I'll catch a n*gga slipping outside
Soldier Slim sh*t I'll catch a n*gga slippin' by his mom
Man its R.I.P if my guys on the job
The Flamez back we had to put our pride to the side
A b*tch ass n*gga tried to stare me up and down
So I stab him now he got a little guide in his eye
But its still f*cked up how they got a n*gga
They tried to lock me up they talking bout I shot a n*gga
I came home got some features now my pockets bigger
I'm getting money why you feel I gotta rob a n*gga
Bumping Rich Homie and Thugga, please get the f*ck out my face
That Withdrawals mixtape coming, so you motherf*ckers just wait