Aftherlife Part 3 lyrics

Rip my dead mans
Free my n*ggas in the can
I got shortys who lost homies that's just out here for revenge (Gang gang gaang gang)
b*tch my tooley tucked
b*tch im truyed up, can't say sh*t to me
I'll get you wacked, features get you taxed, can't get sh*t for free
Im coolin' how I be coolin', I got hoes all on my di*k
They be lyin' like they know me, tryna pose in all of my pics
Give these n*ggas a reason to hate, they be listenin' to my sh*t (my sh*t!)
I be doing this sh*t for y'all, and I ain't gon' stop 'til I get rich (b*tch!)

{​ CHORUS }​
Long ass clip, that's 30
Got a body on this b*tch, that's dirty
n*ggas say they want me dead but I ain't worried
Cause this 40 turn a n*gga brains to a McFlurry
I be ridin with this motherf*cker
Flyer than a motherf*cker
Nina so friendly, have you shyer than a motherf*cker
Pop a lot of pills, I be higher than a motherf*cker
b*tch I be outside, I ain't hidin' from no motherf*cker

{​ Verse 2 }​

What's understood ain't gotta be explained
If I wasn't in the hood I'd sell him for the pain
Told broski I'm good
I already got a name
I'd rather buy a chain and a range, put some thangs in that b*tch
Let my sounds rang on that b*tch
Grab shorty, run a train on that b*tch
Told her I just want some brain and thats it
Cause if you wanna f*ck, you gon' have to let gang n' 'em hit
(Gang)
I can't take my self man, shorty can't take me neither
And that b*tch said she don't even like n*ggas
Well thats okay, me neither
Shorty all that faithful sh*t for the birds, so a b*tch won't play me neither
I left with the same n*ggas that I came with 'cause if they dont wanna stay, me neither
Shorty all on my di*k cause I gotta a lot of money and I'm already known
By the age of thirteen I was already blowin'
By the age of fourteen I was already scorin'
I done seen a lot of sh*t in my lifetime
A lot of hoes, mo' b*tches than a lifetime
A lot of poles, catch you slippin' at the right time
See the light shine, faceshot, b*tch yo life mine
Right there on the floor where he lay tell him get up, I know that he can't (Munchie!)
The way he got hit up remind me of Blake
Call the boy that John Doe
We cannot see his face I cannot feel my face
I be so under the influence (dopeeeeeee!)
All of my tips and them bodies I've been doin
Braggin 'bout sh*t that lil Shotty n' them been doin
b*tch we got bodies on bodies, you been knew it
My teacher told me I wasn't gon' be sh*t cause I smoke to much weed
Crazy 'cause I passed the class with a B
She just didn't like me cause I hung in the streets
And she know I did dirt with them n*ggas, same n*ggas who failed that class
I was puttin in work with them n*ggas, the nerve of you n*ggas
Talk 'bout I ain't on sh*t, you can end up on a shirt with your n*ggas
Hear them talkin' that sh*t 'bout who better
They talkin that sh*t but whatever
She suck my di*k and I swear I just met her
She want to be my b*tch but I swear I won't let her
Cause i dont got time for you b*tches
And please dont put your hand out 'cause I dont have a dime for you b*tches
My nine is extended, so whoever try me gon' get it, they see me you die with your witness
Shorty all white like Mensa
Gucci, Louie, Truey , or Lay Low
I be going cray cray
n*gga tryna rob me for payday, hell nah n*gga that sh*t DayDay
Smokin' on DayDay
I'll never stop going in like Rich Homie Quan in this b*tch
And I ain't never ever seen a drought but if I go broke somebody gon' starve in this b*tch
Gang
[Outro]
Free Streetz b*tch
Gang
n*ggas know and b*tches know
It's the f*cking guys in my f*ckin' eyes
Still